However, I managed him, and he went on for a couple of miles till we got to the top of the hill, just above the descent with the precipice on the right hand.

Here he began to rear like a very devil.
"'Oh dear me!' says Mr So-and-so; 'let me get out!' "'Keep where you are,' says I, 'I can manage him.' "However, Mr So-and-so would not be ruled, and got out; coming down, not on his legs, but his hands and knees.

And then the two others said-- "'Let us get out!' "'Keep where you are,' said I, 'I can manage him.' "But they must needs get out, or rather tumble out, for they both came down on the road, hard on their backs.
"'Get out yourself,' said they all, 'and let the devil go, or you are a done man.' "'Getting out may do for you young hands,' says I, 'but it won't do for I; neither my back nor bones will stand the hard road.' "Mr So-and-so ran to the horse's head.
"'Are you mad ?' says I, 'if you try to hold him he'll be over the pree-si-pice in a twinkling, and then where am I?
Give him head; I can manage him.' "So Mr So-and-so got out of the way, and down flew the horse right down the descent, as fast as he could gallop.

I tell you what, I didn't half like it! A pree-si-pice on my right, the rock on my left, and a devil before me, going, like a cannon-ball, right down the hill.

However, I contrived, as I said I would, to manage him; kept the car from the rock and from the edge of the gulf too.