danger of making a more intimate acquaintance than I wished, with said waterfall. But just as we were about to descend gracefully, hind quarters foremost, into the abysm, Miss Lamb, turning to speak to me, saw my predicament, and crying, "Go on, quick, Mr. Brunt," touched up her horse, kindly giving me another chance of life.
"Why didn't you tell us to go on?" she asked, reproachfully, when we were on safe ground again.
"I couldn't be so rude," said I.
"What was the matter, Dick? Were we in your way?" asked John.
"Not in the least," I replied. "It was the wall of the cañon that was incommoding me."
I always make a point of appearing especially nonchalant when my heart is in my mouth.
The descent was just a little less exhilarating than the ride up, but altogether it was a fine trip, and when we were cantering again, three abreast, toward the
