Bo, strange to note, did not carry her share of the burden, and she seemed unsteady on her feet.
The men were waiting beside a group of horses, one of which carried a pack.
"Nothin' slow about you," said Dale, relieving Helen of the grip.

"Roy, put them up while I sling on this bag." Roy led out two of the horses.
"Get up," he said, indicating Bo.

"The stirrups are short on this saddle." Bo was an adept at mounting, but she made such awkward and slow work of it in this instance that Helen could not believe her eyes.
"Haw 're the stirrups ?" asked Roy.

"Stand in them.

Guess they're about right....