When they passed through the gate and swerved into the road, a less practised rider would have been thrown.

She sat like wax.
The pace was incredible for a mile, and though General Armour rode well, he was far behind.
Suddenly a trap appeared in the road in front of them, and the driver, seeing the runaway, set his horses at right angles to the road.

It served the purpose only to provide another danger.

Not far from where the trap was drawn, and between it and the runaway, was a lane, which ended at a farmyard in a cul-de-sac.

The horse swerved into it, not slacking its pace, and in the fraction of a minute came to the farmyard.
But now the fever was in Lali's blood.