The child moved a few steps, fell, and lay directly in the path of Chloe's feet.

A woman ran out of the lodge, screaming "Patsy, Patsy; where are you, Patsy ?" Then she began to wring her hands and call on all the saints.
The pony, however, had of herself come to a standstill.

The child was under her feet, between her four little hoofs.

She was shaking and sweating and looking down.

As for the child, after a second or so he broke into a lusty roar.