Then suddenly I felt that the mare was swimming.
"Flog the horses and don't let them turn," I shouted to Anscombe.
Ten more yards and I glanced over my shoulder.

The team was swimming also, and behind them the cart rocked and bobbed like a boat swinging in a heavy sea.

There came a strain on the riem; the leaders were trying to turn! I pulled hard and encouraged them with my voice, while Anscombe, who drove splendidly, kept their heads as straight as he could.

Mercifully they came round again and struck out for the further shore, the water-logged cart floating after them.

Would it turn over?
That was the question in my mind.