But although she cantered impatiently forward, she had not proceeded a hundred yards before she stopped reflectively, and trotted back again.

He had not moved.

She could now see that his head and shoulders were covered with broken clods of earth and gravel, and smaller fragments lay at his side.

A dozen feet above him on the hillside there was a foot trail which ran parallel with the bridle-road, and occasionally overhung it.

It seemed possible that he might have fallen from the trail and been stunned.
Dismounting, she succeeded in dragging him to a safer position by the bank.