-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Томас Рид
-
- Всадник без головы
-
- Стр. 89/662
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
It
was
the
first
time
she
had
ever
been
mounted
by
man
--
the
first
insult
of
the
kind
offered
to
her
.
A
shrill
spiteful
scream
spoke
plainly
her
appreciation
of
and
determination
to
resent
it
.
It
proclaimed
defiance
of
the
attempt
to
degrade
her
to
the
condition
of
a
slave
!
With
equine
instinct
,
she
reared
upon
her
hind
legs
,
for
some
seconds
balancing
her
body
in
an
erect
position
.
Her
rider
,
anticipating
the
trick
,
had
thrown
his
arms
around
her
neck
;
and
,
close
clasping
her
throat
,
appeared
part
of
herself
.
But
for
this
she
might
have
poised
over
upon
her
back
,
and
crushed
him
beneath
her
.
The
uprearing
of
the
hind
quarters
was
the
next
"
trick
"
of
the
mustang
--
sure
of
being
tried
,
and
most
difficult
for
the
rider
to
meet
without
being
thrown
.
From
sheer
conceit
in
his
skill
,
he
had
declined
saddle
and
stirrup
,
that
would
now
have
stood
him
in
stead
;
but
with
these
he
could
not
have
claimed
accomplishment
of
the
boasted
feat
of
the
prairies
--
to
tame
the
naked
steed
.
He
performed
it
without
them
.
As
the
mare
raised
her
hind
quarters
aloft
,
he
turned
quickly
upon
her
back
,
threw
his
arms
around
the
barrel
of
her
body
,
and
resting
his
toes
upon
the
angular
points
of
her
fore
shoulders
,
successfully
resisted
her
efforts
to
unhorse
him
.
Twice
or
three
times
was
the
endeavour
repeated
by
the
mustang
,
and
as
often
foiled
by
the
skill
of
the
mustanger
;
and
then
,
as
if
conscious
that
such
efforts
were
idle
,
the
enraged
animal
plunged
no
longer
;
but
,
springing
away
from
the
spot
,
entered
upon
a
gallop
that
appeared
to
have
no
goal
this
side
the
ending
of
the
earth
.
It
must
have
come
to
an
end
somewhere
;
though
not
within
sight
of
the
spectators
,
who
kept
their
places
,
waiting
for
the
horse-tamer
's
return
.
Conjectures
that
he
might
be
killed
,
or
,
at
the
least
,
badly
"
crippled
,
"
were
freely
ventured
during
his
absence
;
and
there
was
one
who
wished
it
so
.
But
there
was
also
one
upon
whom
such
an
event
would
have
produced
a
painful
impression
--
almost
as
painful
as
if
her
own
life
depended
upon
his
safe
return
.
Why
Louise
Poindexter
,
daughter
of
the
proud
Louisiana
sugar-planter
--
a
belle
--
a
beauty
of
more
than
provincial
repute
--
who
could
,
by
simply
saying
yes
,
have
had
for
a
husband
the
richest
and
noblest
in
the
land
--
why
she
should
have
fixed
her
fancy
,
or
even
permitted
her
thoughts
to
stray
,
upon
a
poor
horse-hunter
of
Texas
,
was
a
mystery
that
even
her
own
intellect
--
by
no
means
a
weak
one
--
was
unable
to
fathom
.
Perhaps
she
had
not
yet
gone
so
far
as
to
fix
her
fancy
upon
him
.
She
did
not
think
so
herself
.
Had
she
thought
so
,
and
reflected
upon
it
,
perhaps
she
would
have
recoiled
from
the
contemplation
of
certain
consequences
,
that
could
not
have
failed
to
present
themselves
to
her
mind
.
She
was
but
conscious
of
having
conceived
some
strange
interest
in
a
strange
individual
--
one
who
had
presented
himself
in
a
fashion
that
favoured
fanciful
reflections
--
one
who
differed
essentially
from
the
common-place
types
introduced
to
her
in
the
world
of
social
distinctions
.
