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and ditches, and thus take a shorter
route than the mare was taking. The
old horse made a mighty effort and
traveled faster than it had gone for
years. Everyone shouted to Barry to
come back, that he would surely be
killed, but he heeded no warnings. His
father prayed for him and was proud of
him.

When Barry reached the road it was
at a point in advance of the black mare.
Herbert was still clinging to her back,
and she came on frothing at the mouth
and in a frenzy of fear. Barry caught
her bridle as she tried to rush past him
and was dragged from the saddle. The
mare tried to shake him off, but he set
his teeth and hung on, the veins in his
forehead swelling almost to bursting, and
his head swimming until he could not
see. His feet did not touch the ground,