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"
I
can
not
commission
you
to
fetch
help
,
"
he
said
;
"
but
you
may
help
me
a
little
yourself
,
if
you
will
be
so
kind
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
You
have
not
an
umbrella
that
I
can
use
as
a
stick
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Try
to
get
hold
of
my
horse
's
bridle
and
lead
him
to
me
:
you
are
not
afraid
?
"
I
should
have
been
afraid
to
touch
a
horse
when
alone
,
but
when
told
to
do
it
,
I
was
disposed
to
obey
.
I
put
down
my
muff
on
the
stile
,
and
went
up
to
the
tall
steed
;
I
endeavoured
to
catch
the
bridle
,
but
it
was
a
spirited
thing
,
and
would
not
let
me
come
near
its
head
;
I
made
effort
on
effort
,
though
in
vain
:
meantime
,
I
was
mortally
afraid
of
its
trampling
fore-feet
.
The
traveller
waited
and
watched
for
some
time
,
and
at
last
he
laughed
.
"
I
see
,
"
he
said
,
"
the
mountain
will
never
be
brought
to
Mahomet
,
so
all
you
can
do
is
to
aid
Mahomet
to
go
to
the
mountain
;
I
must
beg
of
you
to
come
here
.
"
I
came
.
"
Excuse
me
,
"
he
continued
:
"
necessity
compels
me
to
make
you
useful
.
"
He
laid
a
heavy
hand
on
my
shoulder
,
and
leaning
on
me
with
some
stress
,
limped
to
his
horse
.
Having
once
caught
the
bridle
,
he
mastered
it
directly
and
sprang
to
his
saddle
;
grimacing
grimly
as
he
made
the
effort
,
for
it
wrenched
his
sprain
.
"
Now
,
"
said
he
,
releasing
his
under
lip
from
a
hard
bite
,
"
just
hand
me
my
whip
;
it
lies
there
under
the
hedge
.
"
