rder a motor or carriage to come to
St. George's for the bride and bridegroom. Di, appealed to by telephone,
preferred a carriage. A smart-looking one had been sent accordingly, but
the horses were fresh and had begun to dance impatiently even before
Diana and Sidney came out of the church. The thin little coachman had
difficulty in holding them in when it thundered. By the time Di and her
husband appeared, the pair were prancing on their hind legs, and the
crowd on the pavement waiting for the bridal couple were pushing
nervously back, out of the way of threatening hoofs. Di had hesitated
for an instant, but the coachman had assured Major Vandyke that the
horses were only "playing a bit," and were as gentle as lambs. They'd
come down to business the minute they were allowed to start. So Sidney
had put Diana into the carriage and was in the act of getting in
himself, when a man on a motor cycle suddenly tore round the corner into
Hanover Square with the noise of ten thousand demons. That was the
"limit" for the horses, said Tony. They bolted, with Di shrieking and
trying to pull her husband into the brougham, Sidney clinging
ignominiously to the door, and to a strap inside.

The policeman and another man or two ran forward, but the screaming of
Diana and dozens of women on the pavement frightened the creatures more
and more. The coachman lost control; the policeman was kicked, and
stumbled back; the others couldn't get to the horses, which were bolting
across the street; and in another minute the bridegroom would certainly
have been flung down, if a man just out of church hadn't made a dash to
the rescue. The next thing any one knew, he was hanging on to the
animals' heads like grim death, and bringing them down from their hind
feet on to all fours again. He was dragged a few yards before a couple
of policemen could get to his side; but meanwhile, as he clung to the
horses, like a brake on their speed, the brougham steadied itself,
Sidney contrived to crawl inside and bang the door shut, for his own
protection and Di's. It all happened in a minute; and as the hatless man
held on to the horses' heads, Captain Beatty in great astonishment
recognized him as Captain March. It was Eagle who stopped the horses;
but as the two policemen sprang to his aid, and staggering back he let
go his hold, he must have been kicked by one of the beasts. What Captain
Beatty did see was Eagle's forehead streaming with blood, and when the
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