“You kin ride ag’in now, boys,” he said. “The hosses are pretty well rested.”
They resumed the saddle gladly and now mounted toward the crest of the pass. The sleet turned to snow, which was a relief to their faces, and Dick, with the constant beating of wind and snow, began to feel a certain physical exhilaration. He realized the truth of Red Blaze’s assertion that if you stiffen your back and push your way through troubles you leave troubles behind.
They rode now in silence for quite a while, and then Red Blaze suddenly announced:
“We’re at the top, boys.”