The earth appeared bare and heaving, like a calm sea.

The wind bore a fragrance new to Helen, acridly sweet and clean, and it was so cold it made her fingers numb.
"I heard some animal yelp," said Bo, suddenly, and she listened with head poised.
But Helen heard nothing save the steady clip-clop of hoofs, the clink of chains, the creak and rattle of the old stage, and occasionally the low voices of the men above.
When the girls had satisfied hunger and thirst, night had settled down black.

They pulled the cloaks up over them, and close together leaned back in a corner of the seat and talked in whispers.

Helen did not have much to say, but Bo was talkative.
"This beats me!" she said once, after an interval.

"Where are we, Nell?
Those men up there are Mormons.