Again the rumbling, rushing stream dominated the forest.

An owl hooted dismally.

A horse trod thuddingly near by and from that direction came a cutting tear of teeth on grass.
A voice pierced Helen's deep dreams and, awaking, she found Bo shaking and calling her.
"Are you dead ?" came the gay voice.
"Almost.

Oh, my back's broken," replied Helen.

The desire to move seemed clamped in a vise, and even if that came she believed the effort would be impossible.
"Roy called us," said Bo.