And, impressed now with the size of Jake, she stood on a box and let out the headstall two holes.
Jake did not seem to approve of her camera and canteen and field glasses and rifle, and stepped restlessly away from her when she went to tie them on.

So she compromised on the canteen and field glasses, and hid camera and rifle under some sacks in the shed.

It seemed to her that she would never get started; as though daylight--and Bill Hayden--would come and find her still in a nightmare struggle with the details of departure.
Back of all that the thought of that strange, disguised voice talking for Johnny Jewel nagged at her nerves as something sinister and mysterious.
She led Jake by a somewhat roundabout way to the gate, opened it and closed it behind them before she attempted to mount.

Jake was very tall--much taller than he had ever before seemed to be.

She had to hunt a high spot and coax him to stand on the lower ground beside it before she could feel confidence enough to lift her toe to the stirrup.