The flying blanket had frightened the blooded horse, and he made desperate efforts to fulfil the general's predictions.
Lali soon found that she had miscalculated.

She was not riding an Indian pony, but a crazed, high-strung horse.

As they flew, she sitting superbly and tugging at the bridle, the party coming from the railway station entered the great gate, accompanied by Richard and Marion.

In a moment they sighted this wild pair bearing down upon them with a terrible swiftness.
As Marion recognised Lali she turned pale and cried out, rising in her seat.

Instinctively Captain Vidall knew who it was, though he could not guess the cause of the singular circumstance.