“Miss—Miss Rayner—I shore—am obliged,” he stammered, presently.
“You're very welcome,” she replied, softly. “I—I got on the next train,” he added.
When he said that Bo was looking straight at him, but she seemed not to have heard.
“What's your name?” suddenly she asked.
“Carmichael.”
“I heard that. But didn't uncle call you Las Vegas?”
“Shore. But it wasn't my fault. Thet cow-punchin' outfit saddled it on me, right off. They Don't know no better. Shore I jest won't answer to thet handle.... Now—Miss Bo—my real name is Tom.”
“I simply could not call you—any name but Las Vegas,” replied Bo, very sweetly.
“But—beggin' your pardon—I—I don't like thet,” blustered Carmichael.
“People often get called names—they don't like,” she said, with deep intent.