The saddle appeared to fit her better, and the gait of the horse was not so unfamiliar.

She reflected, however, that she always had done pretty well uphill.

Here it was beautiful forest-land, uneven and wilder.

They rode for a time along the rim, with the white rushing stream in plain sight far below, with its melodious roar ever thrumming in the ear.
Dale reined in and peered down at the pine-mat.
"Fresh deer sign all along here," he said, pointing.
"Wal, I seen thet long ago," rejoined Roy.
Helen's scrutiny was rewarded by descrying several tiny depressions in the pine-needles, dark in color and sharply defined.
"We may never get a better chance," said Dale.

"Those deer are workin' up our way.