I did not breathe, when, for one short, awful moment, I saw them mount
straight up toward the sky. Then, realizing that age and service had
hampered his driving power behind, the game horse threw his front easily
over, and like a great see-saw swung across, bringing his rear limbs,
not straight, to tap the bars and be tangled, but sidewise and parallel,
barely saving his neck!
"Well, I did it!" She rode up laughing, Satan trembling so with
excitement and the effort I could see his knees quivering, his flank
fluttering wildly. And in Eloise’s face there was the white flag of
peril yet lingering before the red of victory.
She rode up close to me, her eyes lit with the tenderness of love’s
light, and bedewed with its tears: "_Kiss me, Jack, dearest—for that is
what I had sworn all the time I would do. If—if they had only let me
break the world’s record that first time._"
THE END
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