In the east there was a kindling of pale rose and silver that lengthened and brightened along a horizon growing visibly rugged.
"Reckon we'd better catch up with Roy," said Dale, and he spurred his horse.
Ranger and Bo's mount needed no other urging, and they swung into a canter.

Far ahead the pack-animals showed with Roy driving them.

The cold wind was so keen in Helen's face that tears blurred her eyes and froze her cheeks.

And riding Ranger at that pace was like riding in a rocking-chair.

That ride, invigorating and exciting, seemed all too short.
"Oh, Nell, I don't care--what becomes of--me!" exclaimed Bo, breathlessly.
Her face was white and red, fresh as a rose, her eyes glanced darkly blue, her hair blew out in bright, unruly strands.