His last word was as clear as the soft look he fixed upon Bo.
Helen had a mischievous trait, which, subdue it as she would, occasionally cropped out; and Bo, who once in her wilful life had been rendered speechless, offered such a temptation.
"Maybe my little sister will put in a good word for you--to Uncle Al," said Helen.

Just then the train jerked, and started slowly.

The cowboy took two long strides beside the car, his heated boyish face almost on a level with the window, his eyes, now shy and a little wistful, yet bold, too, fixed upon Bo.
"Good-by--Sweetheart!" he called.
He halted--was lost to view.
"Well!" ejaculated Helen, contritely, half sorry, half amused.

"What a sudden young gentleman!" Bo had blushed beautifully.
"Nell, wasn't he glorious!" she burst out, with eyes shining.
"I'd hardly call him that, but he was--nice," replied Helen, much relieved that Bo had apparently not taken offense at her.
It appeared plain that Bo resisted a frantic desire to look out of the window and to wave her hand.

But she only peeped out, manifestly to her disappointment.
"Do you think he--he'll come to Uncle Al's ?" asked Bo.
"Child, he was only in fun." "Nell, I'll bet you he comes.