Bo went next and Helen followed.
The willows dragged at her so hard that she was unable to watch Roy, and the result was that a low-sweeping branch of a tree knocked her hard on the head.

It hurt and startled her, and roused her mettle.

Roy was keeping to the easy trot that covered ground so well, and he led up a slope to the open pine forest.

Here the ride for several miles was straight, level, and open.

Helen liked the forest to-day.