As Helen gazed in rapture the sunset gold faded to white and all the western slope of the amphitheater darkened.
Dale's tall form appeared.
"Reckon you're late," he said, as with a comprehensive flash of eye he took in the three.
"Milt, I got lost," replied Roy.
"I feared as much....

You girls look like you'd done better to ride with me," went on Dale, as he offered a hand to help Bo off.

She took it, tried to get her foot out of the stirrups, and then she slid from the saddle into Dale's arms.

He placed her on her feet and, supporting her, said, solicitously: "A hundred-mile ride in three days for a tenderfoot is somethin' your uncle Al won't believe....

Come, walk if it kills you!" Whereupon he led Bo, very much as if he were teaching a child to walk.
The fact that the voluble Bo had nothing to say was significant to Helen, who was following, with the assistance of Roy.
One of the huge rocks resembled a sea-shell in that it contained a hollow over which the wide-spreading shelf flared out.