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"Let hi black plunged in, h it seeth left to lift her stirrups and the water surged over thees, surreen to where the other horses stood steareat heave and halted

Roy reached up to help her off

"Thirty miles, Miss Helen," he said, and the way he spoke was a compliment

He had to lift her off and help her to the tree where Bo leaned Dale had ripped off a saddle and was spreading saddle-blankets on the ground under the pine

"Nell--you swore--you loved irl was pale, drawn, blue-lipped, and she could not stand up

"Bo, I never did--or I'd never have brought you to this--wretch that I am!" cried Helen "Oh, what a horrible ride!"

Rain was falling, the trees were dripping, the sky was lowering All the ground was soaking ith pools and puddles everywhere Helen could i but a heartless, dreary, cold prospect Just then hohts Indeed, so utterlydown, of a cessation ofhorse, seemed only a mockery It could not be true that the time had come for rest

Evidently this place had been a camp site for hunters or sheep-herders, for there were reht it down hard upon the ground, splitting off pieces Several tith, his facility, as he split off handfuls of splinters He collected a bundle of the the, and each stroke split off a long strip Then a tiny column of smoke drifted up over Dale's shoulder as he leaned, bareheaded, sheltering the splinters with his hat A blaze leaped up Roy came with an ar Crosswise these were laid over the blaze, and it began to roar Then piece by piece the men built up a frame upon which they added heavier woods, branches and stuh which flames and smoke roared upward It had not taken two minutes Already Helen felt the warmth on her icy face She held up her bare, numb hands