She was, indeed, as cold as she had ever been before.

But that did not prevent a strange warmness along her veins and a quickened pulse, the cause of which she did not conjecture.
"Let's rustle," said Dale, and led the way out of the wood and skirted its edge around to the slope.

There they climbed to the flat, and went through the straggling line of trees to where the horses were tethered.
Up here the wind began to blow, not hard through the forest, but still strong and steady out in the open, and bitterly cold.

Dale helped Bo to mount, and then Helen.
"I'm--numb," she said.

"I'll fall off--sure." "No.