She struggled desperately, forgetful of pain, in the faith that she might save Hamlin.

Little by little she worked the imprisoned limb free, only to find it numb and helpless.

She lay there breathless, conscious that she ached from head to foot.

Beyond her the Sergeant groaned and turned partially over upon his side.

Tugging at the blanket she managed to free one arm, gripped the mane of the dead pony, and drew herself into a sitting posture.