He took from under the seat a huge clasp-knife, evidently kept there for the purpose, and deftly cut the traces.

The horse, thus released, rolled over and over until he struck the road again some fifty feet below.

There he regained his feet and stood waiting for us.

We re-entered the carriage and descended with the single horse until we came to him.

There, with the help of some bits of string, our driver harnessed him again, and we continued on our way.