“All ready, girls,” called Roy. “Reckon you can help yourselves. Milt ain't comin' in very fast with the hosses. I'll rustle off to help him. We've got a hard day before us. Yesterday wasn't nowhere to what to-day 'll be.”
“But the sun's going to shine?” implored Bo.
“Wal, you bet,” rejoined Roy, as he strode off.
Helen and Bo ate breakfast and had the camp to themselves for perhaps half an hour; then the horses came thudding down, with Dale and Roy riding bareback.
By the time all was in readiness to start the sun was up, melting the frost and ice, so that a dazzling, bright mist, full of rainbows, shone under the trees.
Dale looked Ranger over, and tried the cinches of Bo's horse.
“What's your choice—a long ride behind the packs with me—or a short cut over the hills with Roy?” he asked.
“I choose the lesser of two rides,” replied Helen, smiling.
“Reckon that 'll be easier, but you'll know you've had a ride,” said Dale, significantly.
“What was that we had yesterday?” asked Bo, archly.