Come back little way.

Sit down and wait." It was good counsel, and I sat fast--rather nervously, though--while Joeboy backed the horse.

And I had cause for my nervous sensation.

In fact, what followed proved that, in the darkness and confusion caused by our ignorance, Joeboy backed the horse along the edge of the precipice instead of right away from it; for there was a sudden slip, and one of Sandho's hind-legs went down, making the poor beast give a frantic plunge which nearly unseated me and drove Joeboy backwards.

Then, as the horse leaped up again, he made three or four bounds before standing snorting and trembling; while I heard the rush and rattle of the dislodged stones as they went hurtling down into the gorge.
"Um! Mustn't try any more," said Joeboy coolly as he took hold of Sandho's bridle again, and petted and caressed the poor beast till he was calm once more.
"He'll stand now," I said, rather huskily, as I mastered a strong desire to get down.