Far Down the wooded bench she saw a gray flash of the little mustang and a bright glint of Bo's hair.
Her heart swelled.

Dale would soon overhaul Bo and come between her and peril.

And on the instant, though Helen was unconscious of it then, a remarkable change came over her spirit.

Fear left her.

And a hot, exalting, incomprehensible something took possession of her.
She let the horse run, and when he had plunged to the foot of that slope of soft ground he broke out across the open bench at a pace that made the wind bite Helen's cheeks and roar in her ears.