How he got back she did not know, but he was once more on the driving-seat when his voice reached her breathlessly.
"Get a good hold.

I'm going to put them at the hill when I can," he said.
They swept on until the hillside sloped more gently on the one hand, and the teamster flung, himself backwards, dragging at the reins.

The wagon, tilting, swung partly round, then there was a horrible lurching, and the lathered beasts were floundering up a slope, smashing down the undergrowth and fern, until the vehicle stopped suddenly with a crash.
The man sprang down and Miss Deringham and her father lost no time in following him, while when at last the team stood still trembling, he crawled out from under the wagon and turned to them.
"That brake never was much good," he said.

"One of the beasts stumbling jerked the line into the hook there, and the fore-wheel beam gave out when we struck the tree.

I'm most afraid we'll have to stop right here tonight!" "But that, as you will realize, is quite impossible," said Deringham, glancing towards his daughter.
The man nodded.