She felt him start
Upon the open track.

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Ere long they knew that hidden there,
Beneath a stolid mien,
Dwelt a fierce will.
They could not still
They rode as if by steam!

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Peggy held on with tightening grip,
While Sarah Jane behind,
Having no hold
To make her bold,
To screaming gave her mind.

"O Peggy! put me down I pray!
I ride in mortal dread!
Do make him stop,
Or I shall drop
And break my wooden head!"

E'en as those piteous words she spoke,
They struck a fearful "snag"
Their grips they lost,
And both were tossed
Upon the cruel "flag".