But the animal veered and passed by, dragging Merry a few yards by the shafts and hurling him to the ground.
The sight he beheld as he scrambled up was enough to stop the beating of his heart.

Inza and Elsie had tried to again cross the street.

Inza had been knocked down by the horse, and lay unconscious, while Elsie had been swept on in the crowd.

More than that, the keeper of the tiger, who had courageously leaped after the terrible beast with his spearlike iron goad, hoping to be able to prod and cow it into subjection, had been knocked flat also by the horse, his iron goad flying out of his hand and into the street.
Though Frank was some distance away, he started toward the tiger, which had crouched and seemed about to spring on Inza.

But before he could take a step, he saw Elsie run from the crowd toward Inza and the tiger.
Her face was very white, but it was filled with the look of high courage which inspired her.