Blindly I staggered on to the top of the ravine, and saw before me the Schimmel grazing in the light of the westering sun.
I forced myself into a sort of drunken run, and crawled into the saddle.

Behind me, as I turned, I could see Laputa's shoulders rising over the edge.

I had no knife to cut the knee-halter, and the horse could not stir.
Then the miracle happened.

When the rope had gagged me, my teeth must have nearly severed it at one place, and this Laputa had not noticed when he used it as a knee-halter.

The shock of my entering the saddle made the Schimmel fling up his head violently, and the rope snapped.