It was all that I could do.

She spurred him, and then as he made a little leap forward, checked
him, and that was yet worse. Then I saw Erpwald, with an ashy face,
dismount and go hastily toward the edge behind her, sidelong, and I
swung my horse away from him, so that by chance hers might follow
me out of danger.

But that was useless. The brute was yet backing, and his heels were
almost on the brink. It seemed that his rider did not know how near
she was.

"Get off!" I said hoarsely. "Get off at once!"

Then she knew, but could only turn and look. The hinder hoofs lost
hold on the rocky edge as the horse made its first slip backward,
and even as the loosened stones rattled down, and it lurched with
one leg hanging over the gulf, Erpwald leapt forward and tore
Elfrida from the saddle, and half threw her toward me. I do not
remember when I dismounted, but I was there and grasped her hand
and dragged her back out of the way of the lashing fore feet.

Then Erpwald was gone. The horse struggled wildly in one last
effort to save itself, and swept my friend over with it. There was
a rattle of stones, a silence, and then a dull crash in the depths
below.

One moment later and all three would have gone. I heard the shout
of the man on the track below, and I wondered in a dull way if he