He had a red-bronze face, young like a boy's.

Helen recognized it, and the flowing red scarf, and the swinging gun, and the slow, spur-clinking gait.

No other than Bo's Las Vegas cowboy admirer! Then Helen flashed a look at Bo, which look gave her a delicious, almost irresistible desire to laugh.

That young lady also recognized the reluctant individual approaching with flushed and downcast face.

Helen recorded her first experience of Bo's utter discomfiture.