George could dimly make out his dark face; and his figure was almost clear.

He was an Indian and unusually tall.

Then he plunged into a screen of bushes, and George, riding savagely, drove his horse at the obstacle.
He heard the twigs snap beneath him, a drooping branch struck him hard; and then he gasped with horror.

In front there opened up a deep black rift in which appeared the tops of trees.

Seeing it was too late to pull up, he shook his feet clear of the stirrups.