OCR Text |
Show An Eyebrow Hold I dipped down into Short Creek, full of sand, and almost stuck there. 1 bunted it, and rammed it, and did it over and over, and then again, gaining a foot at an effort, until fin-aly, fin-aly, by sheer force of good luck, the car found footing and up we went. I went up and around the precipice preci-pice further on; that time when I was alone, that part of the road didn't did-n't particularly annoy me. . It was dusk and I felt no great apprehension, apprehen-sion, but the time I came over in a coupe, a closed in trap-like affair, I was so blooming scared I couldn't wiggle. I piled Mrs. Beckwith and Gerle out of it to walk up afoot, and I guess they thought it was ninety miles to the top. There had been a heavy rain and the road was in bad condition, with tools, scrapers, plows, and what not still by the road side. I sank the spur rowels into the cinch web" of the nag I was on, grabbed leather on both cantle and horn, and sus-suspending sus-suspending that Ford with that cinch and leather hold, I rode around the edgo of that precipice, and once I know I had no more hold than three hairs in my left eye-brow, with dire and certain destruction below. Just hanging there on throe hairs. Thank heaven they grow strong and bristly. Had one given away then, or had a cinch web busted, "What a handsome corpse he is" would have been said over my bier. |