Morin, awakening to a sense of urgency, started at a trot, dragging the toboggan behind him; it sank heavily in snow so light.

Courthope lent a hand to the loop of rope by which it was drawn.

He too essayed the trot of the Canadian.

He was growing proficient, and if he did not succeed in keeping up the running pace, he managed to go more quickly than before.
They made fair progress.

Looking back, Courthope saw Madge and the stranger emerge upon the road with the little horse.