"Las Vegas, you're a stranger to us.

But you're welcome to a place in the outfit an' I hope you won't never disappoint us." Auchincloss's tone, passing from jest to earnest, betrayed to Helen the old rancher's need of new and true men, and hinted of trying days to come.
Carmichael stood before Bo, sombrero in hand, rolling it round and round, manifestly bursting with words he could not speak.

And the girl looked very young and sweet with her flushed face and shining eyes.
Helen saw in the moment more than that little by-play of confusion.
"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.