The old driver seemed a friend.
Then the horses wheeled and stamped, the stage careened and creaked, presently to roll out of sight in the gloom.
"You're shiverin'," said Dale, suddenly, looking down upon Helen.

She felt his big, hard hand clasp hers.

"Cold as ice!" "I am c-cold," replied Helen.

"I guess we're not warmly dressed." "Nell, we roasted all day, and now we're freezing," declared Bo.

"I didn't know it was winter at night out here." "Miss, haven't you some warm gloves an' a coat ?" asked Roy, anxiously.
"It 'ain't begun to get cold yet." "Nell, we've heavy gloves, riding-suits and boots--all fine and new--in this black bag," said Bo, enthusiastically kicking a bag at her feet.
"Yes, so we have.