I waited a moment on the kerbstone, watching for a favourable opportunity, when suddenly I was pitched head foremost in front of a passing 'bus.

My escape from instant death was solely due to the splendid way in which the driver handled his horses and applied his brake.

The near horse was swung round so sharp that he fell and landed almost, not quite, on the top of me.

I could feel his hot, reeking body against my face, and although the greater part of his impact was borne by the road, I got enough to knock the breath out of me.
You will see by the state of my clothes in the other room how I was flattened in the mud.

By the way, Davie, it is your suit." Helen choked back something she was going to say, and Frazer continued: "A policeman pulled me from under the horse, and I kept my senses sufficiently to note how the near front wheel had gouged a channel in the mud within an inch or so of my head.