For the first time I became conscious to what a little thing I owed my salvation.

That matter of the broken halter was like the finger of Divine Providence.

I had been saved for a purpose, and unless I fulfilled that purpose I should again be lost.

I was always a fatalist, and in that hour of strained body and soul I became something of a mystic.

My panic ceased, my lethargy departed, and a more manly resolution took their place.