As it was, no one appeared to be chasing the runaway beasts.
Phil leaned far from the saddle grasping the woman by her
flimsy clothing. It gave way just as he had begun to lift her,
intending to pull her up beside him on the horse's back.
Twice he essayed the feat, each time with the same result.
The bay was dancing further away each time, and the elephants
were getting nearer. The uproar was deafening, which, with
the trumpetings of the frightened elephants, made the stoutest
hearts quail.
With a grim determination Forrest once more charged alongside
of Dimples. As he did so she opened her eyes, though Phil did
not observe this, else he might have acted differently.
As it was he threw himself from the bay while that animal was
still on the jump. Keeping tight hold of the saddle pommel,
the reins bunched in the hand that grasped it, Phil dropped down.
When he came up, Dimples was on his arm.
He then saw that she was herself again.
"Can you hold on if I get you up?"
"Yes. You're a good boy."
Phil made no reply, but, with a supreme effort, threw the girl
into the saddle. To do so he was obliged to let go the pommel
and the reins for one brief instant. But he succeeded in
throwing Dimples up to the saddle safely, where she quickly
secured herself.
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