“You girls rest,” he said, briefly.
“Can't we help?” asked Helen, though she could scarcely stand.
“You'll be welcome to do all you like after you're broke in.”
“Broke in!” ejaculated Bo, with a little laugh. “I'm all broke UP now.”
“Bo, it looks as if Mr. Dale expects us to have quite a stay with him in the woods.”
“It does,” replied Bo, as slowly she sat down upon the blankets, stretched out with a long sigh, and laid her head on a saddle. “Nell, didn't he say not to call him Mister?”
Dale was throwing the packs off the other horses.
Helen lay down beside Bo, and then for once in her life she experienced the sweetness of rest.
“Well, sister, what do you intend to call him?” queried Helen, curiously.
“Milt, of course,” replied Bo.