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But the master's sword drove its point into the hard soil, and snapped clean across, as though Chance refused him any longer as her Knight, and the splintered end missed his face by an inch or so. BUT THE MASTER'S SWORD DROVE ITS POINT INTO THE HARD SOIL AND SNAPPED CLEAN ACROSS AS THOUGH CHANCE REFUSED HIM ANY LONGER AS A KNIGHT AND THE SPLINTERED END MISSED HIS FACE BY AN INCH OR SO
s pursuit. Clatter, clatter, thud, thud—the man with the silver bridle rode, heedless of his direction, with his fearful face looking up now right, now left, and his sword arm ready to slash. And a few hundred yards ahead of him, with a tail of torn cobweb trailing behind him, rode the little man on the white horse, still but imperfectly in the saddle. The reeds bent before them, the wind blew fresh and strong, over his shoulder the master could see the webs hurrying to overtake.... He was so intent to escape the spiders' webs that only as his horse gathered together for a leap did he realise the ravine ahead. And then he realised it only to misunderstand and interfere. He was leaning forward on his horse's neck and sat up and back all too late. But if in his excitement he had failed to leap, at any rate he had not forgotten how to fall. He was horseman again in mid-air. He came off clear with a mere bruise upon his shoulder, and his horse rolled, kicking spasmodic legs, and lay still. TO HIM TO HURRY IN A CONSCIOUS PURSUIT CLATTER CLATTER THUD THUD THE MAN WITH THE SILVER BRIDLE RODE HEEDLESS OF HIS DIRECTION WITH HIS FEARFUL FACE LOOKING UP NOW RIGHT NOW LEFT AND HIS SWORD ARM READY TO SLASH AND A FEW HUNDRED YARDS AHEAD OF HIM WITH A TAIL OF TORN COBWEB TRAILING BEHIND HIM RODE THE LITTLE MAN ON THE WHITE HORSE STILL BUT IMPERFECTLY IN THE SADDLE THE REEDS BENT BEFORE THEM THE WIND BLEW FRESH AND STRONG OVER HIS SHOULDER THE MASTER COULD SEE THE WEBS HURRYING TO OVERTAKE HE WAS SO INTENT TO ESCAPE THE SPIDER'S WEBS THAT ONLY AS HIS HORSE GATHERED TOGETHER FOR A LEAP DID HE REALIZE THE RAVINE AHEAD AND THEN HE REALIZED IT ONLY TO MISUNDERSTAND AND INTERFERE HE WAS LEANING FORWARD ON HIS HORSE'S NECK AND SAT UP AND BACK ALL TOO LATE BUT IF IN HIS EXCITEMENT HE HAD FAILED TO LEAP AT ANY RATE HE HAD NOT FORGOTTEN HOW TO FALL HE WAS HORSEMAN AGAIN IN MID AIR HE CAME OFF CLEAR WITH A MERE BRUISE UPON HIS SHOULDER AND HIS HORSE ROLLED KICKING SPASMODIC LEGS AND LAY STILL
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