I drove it back.

It slipped further, it was almost gone....

With a supreme effort I drove it back again, "I _will_ fall off," said my hand.

"You shall _not_," said I."I have!" cried my hand triumphantly.
"Back!" I swore, driving it.
We were now, I believe, both stumbling along, the wounded man pitching from side to side.

Of the rest of our journey I have the most confused memory.