. . . suddenly a great black stallion on a morning gallop burst with a speed like a storm -- One step more and his iron hoofs would have crushed the girl. But I was first. I flung myself upon her and threw her like a feather to one side, and that was the last I knew for a while. When I knew myself again there was a mighty pain in my shoulder, which seemed to be the center of my whole existence by reason of it, and there was the feel of baby kisses on my lips. . . . I felt her soft lips on mine, and, looking, saw that baby face all clouded about with gold, and I loved her forever.