The brown waters rose and drenched the pedestrian.
"Thank you!" he called furiously after the horseman.
Banjo, as though frightened at his deed, tried a bolt. A horseman of unusual power, Silver steadied the great horse and swung him across the road. There Banjo sidled, yawed, and passaged, fretting to be after the brown.
The young man, swinging to the motions of the tossing gray, raised his hand in that large and gracious way of his.
"So sorry," he shouted back.
The man with the gamp shuffled toward him.
"Of course it wasn't deliberate!" he cried.
It was Silver's turn to be angry.
He gripped the gray, lifted him round like a polo pony, and drove him back to the angry man.
"You don't think I'd do a thing like that on purpose!" he said, and saw for the first time that the man with the gamp was Joses.