He staggered back just as they reached him; there was a frantic scrambling in the snow, and then the half-seen horse rolled over and slid away down the white slope of the gully.
They watched it, horrified, for a moment or two; and said nothing for a brief space when it vanished altogether into the obscurity.

The sight was more unpleasant because they knew that they had seen only the commencement of that awful journey.

Then Devine, who was white and gasping, made a deprecatory gesture.
"I don't know whether it was my fault," he said.

"The beast stumbled and almost jerked me over.

Then I guess the bridle either broke or pulled out." "Two horses and four bags of ore, and we're not through yet," commented the freighter.