My horse tripped and fell, turning clear over with me before he threw me into the brush.

I tore my clothes, and got this bruise, but wasn't much hurt.

My horse is pretty lame." I began a recital of my experience, modestly omitting the incident where I bravely faced an old lioness.

Upon consulting my watch, I found I had been almost four hours climbing out.

At that moment, Frank poked a red face over the rim.