She took up the reins, grasped the saddle horn, stuck her slipper toe in the stirrup and mounted Boise as quickly as Bud could have done it--as easily, too, making allowance for the difference in their height.

Bud mounted Sunfish and followed her down the trail which led to the race track; but when they had gone through the brush and could see starlight beyond, she turned sharply to the left, let Boise pick his way carefully over a rocky stretch and plunged into the brush again, leaning low in the saddle so that the higher branches would not claw at her hair and face.
When they had once more come into open ground with a shoulder of Catrock Peak before them, Marian pulled up long enough to untie her apron and bind it over her hair like a peasant woman.

She glanced back at Bud, and although darkness hid the expression on her face, he saw her eyes shining in the starlight.

She raised her hand and beckoned, and Bud reined Sunfish close alongside.
"We're going into a spooky place now," she leaned toward him to whisper.
"Boise knows the way, and your horse will follow." "All right," Bud whispered back.

"But you'd better tell me the way and let me go on alone.