I am an Arabian genie and I hereby turn you into a light, smooth, beautifully built automobile for one passenger only, and I'm that passenger." Holding fast to the thick mane he sprang upon the horse's back, and urged him down the stream, keeping close to the water where there was shelter among the willows and bushes.

He had no definite idea in his head, but he felt that if he kept on going he must arrive somewhere.

He was afraid to make the horse swim the river in an effort to reach the French army.

Appearing on the surface of the water he felt that he would almost certainly be seen and some good rifleman or other would be sure to pick him off.
He concluded at last that if no German troops came in sight he would let the horse take him where he would.

Marne must have a home and a master somewhere and habit would send him to them.