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 that she had the hardest task of her life to ride to the end of the
day's journey. No one could have guessed her plight. Glenn complimented
her upon her adaptation to such unpleasant conditions. Flo evidently was
on the lookout for the tenderfoot's troubles. But as Spillbeans, had
taken to lagging at a walk, Carley was enabled to conceal all outward
sign of her woes. It rained, hailed, sleeted, snowed, and grew colder
all the time. Carley's feet became lumps of ice. Every step the mustang
took sent acute pains ramifying from bruised and raw places all over her
body. Once, finding herself behind the others and out of sight in the
cedars, she got off to walk awhile, leading the mustang. This would not
do, however, because she fell too far in the rear. Mounting again, she
rode on, beginning to feel that nothing mattered, that this trip would
be the end of Carley Burch. How she hated that dreary, cold, flat land
the road bisected without end. It felt as if she rode hours to cover a
mile. In open stretches she saw the whole party straggling along,
separated from one another, and each for himself.