one o'clock
Fancy a woman , a young girl , having to sit still and drag at a runaway horse all the time . I could n't stop the brute ; she was boring like a wild bull . So just as we came pretty close I lifted Miss Falkland off the saddle and yelled at old Brownie as if I had been on a cattle camp , swinging round to the near side at the same time . Round he came like one o'clock . I could see the mare make one prop to stop herself , and then go flying right through the air , till I heard a beastly `` thud '' at the bottom . ` Miss Falkland did n't faint , though she turned white and then red , and trembled like a leaf when I lifted her down , and looked up at me with a sweet smile , and said -- ' `` Jim , you have paid me for binding up your wrist , have n't you ? You have saved me from a horrible death , and I shall think of you as a brave and noble fellow all the days of my life . ''