By this time they had reached camp.
Helen fell flat and laughed as she had never laughed before.

When Helen forgot herself so far as to roll on the ground it was indeed a laughing matter.

Dale's big frame shook as he possessed himself of a towel and, wetting it at the spring, began to wipe the mud off Bo's face.

But that did not serve.

Bo asked to be led to the water, where she knelt and, with splashing, washed out her eyes, and then her face, and then the bedraggled strands of hair.
"That mustang didn't break my neck, but he rooted my face in the mud.
I'll fix him," she muttered, as she got up.