Mebbe we'll ride all over the White Mountains." "Bo, do you hear that ?" called Helen.
But Bo did not answer.

She was leaning rather unnaturally in her saddle.
Helen became anxious.

Just then Dale strode back to them.
"All cinched up, Roy ?" "Jest ready," replied Roy.
Then Dale stood beside Helen.

How tall he was! His wide shoulders seemed on a level with the pommel of her saddle.

He put an affectionate hand on the horse.
"His name's Ranger an' he's the fastest an' finest horse in this country." "I reckon he shore is--along with my bay," corroborated Roy.
"Roy, if you rode Ranger he'd beat your pet," said Dale.