My own water drown me! That would be a little too much insolence." "Too much insolence" were his last words.

The strength of the horse was exhausted.

The beat of his legs grew short and faint, the white of his eyes rolled piteously, and the gurgle of his breath subsided.

His heavy head dropped under water, and his sodden crest rolled over, like sea-weed where a wave breaks.

The stream had him all at its mercy, and showed no more than his savage master had, but swept him a wallowing lump away, and over the reef of the crossing.