"None of 'em's got a wife.

Lot of scalawags they are; no women would have them!" "Uncle, I hope I'll never have to be their boss," replied Helen.
"Wal, you're goin' to be, right off," declared Al.

"They ain't a bad lot, after all.

An' I got a likely new man." With that he turned to Bo, and, after studying her pretty face, he asked, in apparently severe tone, "Did you send a cowboy named Carmichael to ask me for a job ?" Bo looked quite startled.
"Carmichael! Why, Uncle, I never heard that name before," replied Bo, bewilderedly.
"A-huh! Reckoned the young rascal was lyin'," said Auchincloss.

"But I liked the fellar's looks an' so let him stay." Then the rancher turned to the group of lounging riders.
"Las Vegas, come here," he ordered, in a loud voice.
Helen thrilled at sight of a tall, superbly built cowboy reluctantly detaching himself from the group.