"Bambino," he muttered.
The wretch had opened the umbrella, evidently on purpose to frighten the horse and make Jack endanger his life.
Harvey was right, after all.
The fall which Jack received was an ugly one; for a moment he lay stunned and bleeding from a cut on the forehead.
He had lost his cap, and his shirt was torn and muddy.
Kind and sympathizing bystanders helped him to his feet; willing hands caught his horse.
Harkaway looked about him in a dazed manner, but his indomitable pluck carried him through the trying ordeal.
His head was swimming and he was in pain, but he never faltered for a moment.
Bambino had disappeared.
Perhaps he dreaded the vengeance of the populace, for his cowardly trick could not fail to be noticed by some one.