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."Hurry an' change here," he said."We'll make a pack of your outfit an' leaveroom for this bag."Then he stalked away and in a few strides disappeared.Bo sat down to beginunlacing her shoes.Helen could just see her pale, pretty face and big,gleaming eyes by the light of the stars.It struck her then that Bo was goingto make eminently more of a success of Western life than she was."Nell, those fellows are n-nice," said Bo, reflectively."Aren't you c-cold?Say, he said hurry!"It was beyond Helen's comprehension how she ever began to disrobe out therein that open, windy desert, but after she had gotten launched on the task shefound that it required more fortitude than courage.The cold wind piercedright through her.Almost she could have laughed at the way Bo made thingsfly."G-g-g-gee!" chattered Bo."I n-never w-was so c-c-cold in all my life.NellRayner, m-may the g-good Lord forgive y-youl"Helen was too intent on her own troubles to take breath to talk.She was astrong, healthy girl, swift and efficient with her hands, yet this, thehardest physical ordeal she had ever experienced, almost overcame her.Booutdistanced her by moments, helped her with buttons, and laced one whole bootfor her.Then, with hands that stung, Helen packed the traveling-suits in thebag."There! But what an awful mess!" exclaimed Helen."Oh, Bo, our prettytraveling-dresses!""We'll press them t-to-morrow-on a l-og," replied Bo, and she giggled.Theystarted for the road.Bo, strange to note, did not carry her share of theburden, and she seemed unsteady on her feet.The men were waiting beside agroup of horses, one of which carried a pack."Nothin' slow about you," said Dale, relieving Helen of the grip."Roy, putthem up while I sling on this bag."Roy led out two of the horses."Get up," he said, indicating Bo."The stirrups are short on this saddle."Bo was an adept at mounting, but she made such awkward and slow work of it inthis instance that Helen could not believe her eyes."Haw 're the stirrups? " asked Roy."Stand in them.Guess they're about right.Careful now! Thet hoss is skittish.Hold him in."Bo was not living up to the reputation with which Helen had credited her."Now, miss, you get up," said Roy to Helen.And in another instant she foundPage 39 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlherself astride a black, spirited horse.Numb with cold as she was, she yetfelt the coursing thrills along her veins.Roy was at the stirrups with swift hands."You're taller 'n I guessed, " he said."Stay up, but lift your foot.Shore now, I'm glad you have them thick, soft boots.Mebbe we'll ride all overthe White Mountains.""Bo, do you hear that?" called Helen.But Bo did not answer.She was leaningrather unnaturally in her saddle.Helen became anxious.Just then Dale strodeback to them."All cinched up, Roy?""Jest ready," replied Roy.Then Dale stood beside Helen.How tall he was! His wide shoulders seemed on alevel with the pommel of her saddle.He put an affectionate hand on the horse."His name's Ranger an' he's the fastest an' finest herse in this country.""I reckon he shore is--along with my bay," corroborated Roy."Roy, if you rode Ranger he'd beat your pet," said Dale."We can start now.Roy, you drive the pack-horses."He took another look at Helen's saddle and then moved to do likewise withBo's."Are you-all right?" he asked, quickly.Bo reeled in her seat."I'm n-near froze," she replied, in a faint voice.Her face shone white inthe starlight.Helen recognized that Bo was more than cold."Oh, Bo!" she called, in distress."Nell, don't you worry, now.""Let me carry you," suggested Dale."No.I'll s-s-stick on this horse or d-die," fiercely retorted Bo.The two men looked up at her white face and then at each other.Then Roywalked away toward the dark bunch of horses off the road and Dale swungastride the one horse left."Keep close to me, " he said.Bo fell in line and Helen brought up the rear.Helen imagined she was near the end of a dream.Presently she would awakenwith a start and see the pale walls of her little room at home, and hear thecherry branches brushing her window, and the old clarion-voiced cock proclaimthe hour of dawn.THE horses trotted.And the exercise soon warmed Helen, until she was fairlyPage 40 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcomfortable except in her fingers [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Hurry an' change here," he said."We'll make a pack of your outfit an' leaveroom for this bag."Then he stalked away and in a few strides disappeared.Bo sat down to beginunlacing her shoes.Helen could just see her pale, pretty face and big,gleaming eyes by the light of the stars.It struck her then that Bo was goingto make eminently more of a success of Western life than she was."Nell, those fellows are n-nice," said Bo, reflectively."Aren't you c-cold?Say, he said hurry!"It was beyond Helen's comprehension how she ever began to disrobe out therein that open, windy desert, but after she had gotten launched on the task shefound that it required more fortitude than courage.The cold wind piercedright through her.Almost she could have laughed at the way Bo made thingsfly."G-g-g-gee!" chattered Bo."I n-never w-was so c-c-cold in all my life.NellRayner, m-may the g-good Lord forgive y-youl"Helen was too intent on her own troubles to take breath to talk.She was astrong, healthy girl, swift and efficient with her hands, yet this, thehardest physical ordeal she had ever experienced, almost overcame her.Booutdistanced her by moments, helped her with buttons, and laced one whole bootfor her.Then, with hands that stung, Helen packed the traveling-suits in thebag."There! But what an awful mess!" exclaimed Helen."Oh, Bo, our prettytraveling-dresses!""We'll press them t-to-morrow-on a l-og," replied Bo, and she giggled.Theystarted for the road.Bo, strange to note, did not carry her share of theburden, and she seemed unsteady on her feet.The men were waiting beside agroup of horses, one of which carried a pack."Nothin' slow about you," said Dale, relieving Helen of the grip."Roy, putthem up while I sling on this bag."Roy led out two of the horses."Get up," he said, indicating Bo."The stirrups are short on this saddle."Bo was an adept at mounting, but she made such awkward and slow work of it inthis instance that Helen could not believe her eyes."Haw 're the stirrups? " asked Roy."Stand in them.Guess they're about right.Careful now! Thet hoss is skittish.Hold him in."Bo was not living up to the reputation with which Helen had credited her."Now, miss, you get up," said Roy to Helen.And in another instant she foundPage 39 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlherself astride a black, spirited horse.Numb with cold as she was, she yetfelt the coursing thrills along her veins.Roy was at the stirrups with swift hands."You're taller 'n I guessed, " he said."Stay up, but lift your foot.Shore now, I'm glad you have them thick, soft boots.Mebbe we'll ride all overthe White Mountains.""Bo, do you hear that?" called Helen.But Bo did not answer.She was leaningrather unnaturally in her saddle.Helen became anxious.Just then Dale strodeback to them."All cinched up, Roy?""Jest ready," replied Roy.Then Dale stood beside Helen.How tall he was! His wide shoulders seemed on alevel with the pommel of her saddle.He put an affectionate hand on the horse."His name's Ranger an' he's the fastest an' finest herse in this country.""I reckon he shore is--along with my bay," corroborated Roy."Roy, if you rode Ranger he'd beat your pet," said Dale."We can start now.Roy, you drive the pack-horses."He took another look at Helen's saddle and then moved to do likewise withBo's."Are you-all right?" he asked, quickly.Bo reeled in her seat."I'm n-near froze," she replied, in a faint voice.Her face shone white inthe starlight.Helen recognized that Bo was more than cold."Oh, Bo!" she called, in distress."Nell, don't you worry, now.""Let me carry you," suggested Dale."No.I'll s-s-stick on this horse or d-die," fiercely retorted Bo.The two men looked up at her white face and then at each other.Then Roywalked away toward the dark bunch of horses off the road and Dale swungastride the one horse left."Keep close to me, " he said.Bo fell in line and Helen brought up the rear.Helen imagined she was near the end of a dream.Presently she would awakenwith a start and see the pale walls of her little room at home, and hear thecherry branches brushing her window, and the old clarion-voiced cock proclaimthe hour of dawn.THE horses trotted.And the exercise soon warmed Helen, until she was fairlyPage 40 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcomfortable except in her fingers [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]