She stepped around, closer, and more back of him, and put a hand on him, gently, for an instant.

Then she slipped out of the brush and, untying one lasso from the pommel, she returned to the horse and pulled it from round his legs.

He was free now, except the hackamore, and that rope was slack.

Lucy stood near him, watching him, talking to him, waiting for him to get up.

She could not be sure he was not badly hurt till he stood up.