When the mustang halted his trot beside the other horses Carley was in the last extremity.

Yet as Glenn came to her, offering a hand, she still hid her agony.

Then Flo called out gayly: "Carley, you've done twenty-five miles on as rotten a day as I remember.

Shore we all hand it to you.

And I'm confessing I didn't think you'd ever stay the ride out.