She raised her eyes then and looked at us, started violently, gave her reins a sudden wild pluck; the horse reared, plunged, and flung her.
I screamed and sprang to the ground, but Jane stood immovable, looking at Rachel where she lay, staring at her with a face which had changed from glowing red to white.

I pushed her aside to reach Rachel.

She turned quickly round, and, without a word, began walking rapidly towards home.

She passed out of sight without once looking back.

It all occurred in a minute.
The other riders came up; Rachel was not injured, only a little bruised and faint.