But she never left you; she was always close to you--you might have touched her with your hand.

And at last some good angel who was watching you, in order to stop your career, made you mad altogether and caused you to jump over a precipice and lose your senses.

And you were no sooner on the ground than she was with you--ask me not how she got down! And when she had propped you up against the bank, she came for me.

Fortunately the spot where you had fallen is near--not five hundred yards from the door.

And I, on my part, was willing to assist her in saving you; for I knew it was no Indian that had fallen, since she loves not that breed, and they come not here.