"We can start now.

Roy, you drive the pack-horses." He took another look at Helen's saddle and then moved to do likewise with Bo's.
"Are you--all right ?" he asked, quickly.
Bo reeled in her seat.
"I'm n-near froze," she replied, in a faint voice.

Her face shone white in the starlight.

Helen recognized that Bo was more than cold.
"Oh, Bo!" she called, in distress.
"Nell, don't you worry, now." "Let me carry you," suggested Dale.
"No.

I'll s-s-stick on this horse or d-die," fiercely retorted Bo.
The two men looked up at her white face and then at each other.