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Her ambition was to be short-lived, she divined from the lay of the land ahead, but the ride she lived then for a flyingthat would always blanch her cheeks and prick her skin in reround was only too short That thundering pace soon brought Helen's horse to the tiht over deadfalls and between sht of Bo, and she realized it would take all her wits to keep fro lost She had to follow the trail, and in some places it was hard to see frohly aroused, and he wanted a free rein and his oay Helen tried that, only to lose the trail and to get sundry knocks from trees and branches She could not hear the hound, nor Dale The pines were sh They were hard to bend Helen hurt her hands, scratched her face, barked her knees The horse foro the way he liked instead of the way Helen guided his too close to perly hard on her That did not make any difference to Helen Once worked into a frenzy, her blood stayed at high pressure She did not argue with herself about a need of desperate hurry Even a blow on the head that nearly blinded her did not in the least retard her The horse could hardly be held, and not at all in the few open places

At last Helen reached another slope Co out upon canuon ri peal, high and piercing, with its note of exultant wildness Helen also heard the bear and the hound fighting at the bottoain missed the tracks made by Dale and Bo The descent looked i the riround had been plowed deep by hoofs, down over little banks Helen's horse balked at these juoaded him over theht downhill The ly keen to Helen as the obstacles grew Then, once more the bay of the hound and the bawl of the bear made a deed with fore hoofs in the air He slid and broke a way down the steep, soft banks, through the thick brush and thick clusters of saplings, sending loose rocks and earth into avalanches ahead of him He fell over one bank, but a thicket of aspens upheld hiht ceased, but Dale's thrilling call floated up on the pine-scented air