And I saw a second light higher up than the first, and at some distance to the right of it, but it vanished in a second.
The doctor’s tone was startling.
“What is it?” I queried.
“Quiet, pet; quiet, Molly; easy, girl.” The doctor was speaking to the mare and did not answer my question. “Hold on to the car. By heaven, we’re over!”
I felt the car was being overturned. I was flung out on to the side of the road, and as I was recovering myself I heard the mare, who had in some way broken from the harness, clattering down the hill.
I had fallen on the grassy margin near the ditch and escaped unhurt. The car tumbled into it without touching me.
“Are you hurt?” said the doctor, who was by my side as I was lifting myself up.
“No,” I replied, “and you?”
“All right,” he said, but I detected a tremor in his voice.
“Are you sure?” I asked.