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The word certainly had its efficacy with the postillion "Trinkgeldt!"

cried O'Toole, and the berlin rocked and lurched and leaped down the

pass The snoas now less deep, the drifts fewer The road wound along

a mountain-side: at onerose the rock; from the other the

travellers looked down hundreds of feet to the bed of the valley and the

boiling torrent of the Adige It was a mere narrow ribbon of a road ht for the convenience of travellers in a

later day; and as the carriage turned a corner, O'Toole,up towards the doards him behind its four maddened horses,

and he drew his cart to the inside of the road against the rock The

postillion tugged at his reins; he had not sufficient interval of space

to check his tealance at O'Toole It seemed

impossible the berlin could pass There was no use to cry out; O'Toole

fell behind the carriage with his mind ination the huge carriage with its tangled,

struggling horses falling sheer into the foana with that story to tell; he and his horse must take

the same quick, steep road

The postillion drove so close to the cart that he touched it as he

passed "We are lost!" he shouted in an agony; and O'Toole saw the hind

wheel of the berlin slip off the road and revolve for the fraction of a

second in the air He was already putting his horse at the precipice as