Helen did not yet know the cowboy, any more than did Bo.
“Shore. I had to say thet. I had to make it strong before thet gang. I reckon it was presumin' of me, an' I shore apologize.”
Bo stared at him, and then, giving a little gasp, she drooped.
“Wal, I just run in to say howdy an' to inquire after you-all,” said Carmichael. “I'm goin' to the dance, an' as Flo lives out of town a ways I'd shore better rustle.... Good night, Miss Bo; I hope you'll be ridin' Sam soon. An' good night, Miss Helen.”
Bo roused to a very friendly and laconic little speech, much overdone. Carmichael strode out, and Helen, bidding him good-by, closed the door after him.
The instant he had departed Bo's transformation was tragic.
“Flo! He meant Flo Stubbs—that ugly, cross-eyed, bold, little frump!”
“Bo!” expostulated Helen. “The young lady is not beautiful, I grant, but she's very nice and pleasant. I liked her.”
“Nell Rayner, men are no good! And cowboys are the worst!” declared Bo, terribly.
“Why didn't you appreciate Tom when you had him?” asked Helen.