As luck would have it--good luck, Dale afterward said--she landed in a boggy place and the force of her momentum was such that she slid several yards, face down, in wet moss and black ooze.
Helen uttered a scream and ran forward.

Bo was getting to her knees when Dale reached her.

He helped her up and half led, half carried her out of the boggy place.

Bo was not recognizable.

From head to foot she was dripping black ooze.
"Oh, Bo! Are you hurt ?" cried Helen.
Evidently Bo's mouth was full of mud.
"Pp--su--tt! Ough! Whew!" she sputtered.