"I see Bo, an' I'll have to ride to catch her." Dale spurred down the slope.

Helen rode in his tracks and, though she plunged so fast that she felt her hair stand up with fright, she saw him draw away from her.

Sometimes her horse slid on his haunches for a few yards, and at these hazardous moments she got her feet out of the stirrups so as to fall free from him if he went down.

She let him choose the way, while she gazed ahead at Dale, and then farther on, in the hope of seeing Bo.

At last she was rewarded.