But as Spillbeans, had taken to lagging at a walk, Carley was enabled to conceal all outward sign of her woes.

It rained, hailed, sleeted, snowed, and grew colder all the time.

Carley's feet became lumps of ice.

Every step the mustang took sent acute pains ramifying from bruised and raw places all over her body.
Once, finding herself behind the others and out of sight in the cedars, she got off to walk awhile, leading the mustang.

This would not do, however, because she fell too far in the rear.