Chapter FiveI grabbed the slit of a window with both hands, and for a moment I simply hung in the air, stretched painfully between the horse and the train like a circus acrobat on the stage. Then Boomerang veered slightly from his parallel course, and I felt my feet slide from his muscular back. My body slapped against the side of the carriage with a mighty clang of corset and siding. It took my breath away and robbed me of my senses. Too much skirt-fabric tangled my legs as they beat against the outside of the carriage. One of my kicking feet hit Boomerang in the side, and he snorted in annoyance and moved away for good.
The wind blew my hair to bits, covering my eyes in a red haze. I resisted to urge to laugh at my predicament, and wondered where Matilda was. Had she found a way on boar
