but we try , each of us taking a twisty path up and over logs and thru bushes and manchee 's panting and barking at our heels and the rain 's splashing down on us and the road 's getting closer and then it suddenly veers sharply towards the river and we got no choice but to cross it in front of him to get to the deeper woods on the other side and i can see viola leaping over the boundary and onto the road with her arms pumping and mr prentiss jr rounding the bend and he 's twirling something in his hand and we make a dash for the other side but the horse is roaring down on us and suddenly i feel something grab my legs , binding 'em so fast and so tight i fall right off my feet .