She helped all she could while the snow rolled across her dress, and then for a moment lifted her head.

Powdered snow beat into her face and nearly blinded her, but she thought there was now an unbroken slant in front.

They must have passed the middle of the bend, although Thorn was between her and the side on which it lay and she was not sure yet.

She remembered with horrible distinctness how she had once stood at the bottom of the crag and seen a stone that rolled over the top smash upon the rocks.
"Try again!" Thorn gasped.

"Swing her to the right!" Grace let her body slip back.