She had not the strength left to lift her stirrups and the water surged over them.

Ranger, in two more plunges, surmounted the bank, and then, trotting across the green to where the other horses stood steaming under some pines, he gave a great heave and halted.
Roy reached up to help her off.
"Thirty miles, Miss Helen," he said, and the way he spoke was a compliment.
He had to lift her off and help her to the tree where Bo leaned.

Dale had ripped off a saddle and was spreading saddle-blankets on the ground under the pine.
"Nell--you swore--you loved me!" was Bo's mournful greeting.

The girl was pale, drawn, blue-lipped, and she could not stand up.
"Bo, I never did--or I'd never have brought you to this--wretch that I am!" cried Helen.

"Oh, what a horrible ride!" Rain was falling, the trees were dripping, the sky was lowering.