She gazed ahead grimly.

There was no help; she had to go on.

Dale and Roy were hunched down in their saddles, probably wet through, for they wore no rain-proof coats.

Bo kept close behind them, and plain it was that she felt the cold.
This second storm was not so bad as the first, because there was less rain.

Still, the icy keenness of the wind bit into the marrow.