It reared and struck out wildly.

She heard an exclamation, as though of pain, but could not see him as he swung across to the other horse and caught his fingers in its nostrils, still calling out to them, imperiously, in the voice of a commander.
At length they halted, quieted.

She heard his voice speaking brokenly.
"Set still where you are, ma'am.

I'll tie 'em." "You're hurt!" she called out.

"It was my fault." "I'm all right.