As soon as he recovered from his amazement, he aided her energetically, and in an incredibly short space the two cleared a passage for the horse to scramble over and the wheels to be lifted clean across.

Without pausing, they replaced the beams and boulders, and made good the breach.
"Excellent!" ejaculated the vocalist, contemplating the work.

"But I am wrong to delay.

We are not out of the vale of tribulation.

Help me in and tan the horse's hide well! We must, without farther delay, reach the farmhouse whose red-tiled roof gleams under the lindens.