From somewhere came the rushing sound of running water.
"Big Spring," announced Dale.

"We camp here.

You girls have done well." Another glance proved to Helen that all those little streams poured from under this gray bluff.
"I'm dying for a drink," cried Bo with her customary hyperbole.
"I reckon you'll never forget your first drink here," remarked Dale.
Bo essayed to dismount, and finally fell off, and when she did get to the ground her legs appeared to refuse their natural function, and she fell flat.

Dale helped her up.
"What's wrong with me, anyhow ?" she demanded, in great amaze.
"Just stiff, I reckon," replied Dale, as he led her a few awkward steps.
"Bo, have you any hurts ?" queried Helen, who still sat her horse, loath to try dismounting, yet wanting to beyond all words.
Bo gave her an eloquent glance.
"Nell, did you have one in your side, like a wicked, long darning-needle, punching deep when you weren't ready ?" "That one I'll never get over!" exclaimed Helen, softly.

Then, profiting by Bo's experience, she dismounted cautiously, and managed to keep upright.