"I shall not go another step," she called. "Here I am, and here I stay
till I die."
"Very well," Tish said from overhead. "I suppose you don't expect us all
to stay and die with you. I'll tell your niece when I see her."
Aggie thought better of it, however, and followed on, with her eyes
closed and her lips moving in prayer. She happened to open them at a bad
place, although safe enough, according to Bill, and nothing to what we
were coming to a few days later. Opening them as she did on a ledge of
rock which sloped steeply for what appeared to be several miles down
on each side, she uttered a piercing shriek, followed by a sneeze. As
before, her horse started to run, and Aggie is, I believe Bill said,
the only person in the world who ever took that place at a canter.
We were to take things easy the first day, Bill advised. "Till you get
your muscles sort of eased up, ladies," he said. "If you haven't been
riding astride, a horse's back seems as wide as the roof of a church.
But we'll get a rest now. The rest of the way is walking.
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