But just now this flashing-eyed little sister seemed a protector.

Bo would readily adapt herself to the West, Helen thought, because she was so young, primitive, elemental.
Whereupon Bo turned her back to Riggs and looked out of the window.

The man laughed.

Then he stood up and leaned over Helen.
"Nell, I'm goin' wherever you go," he said, steadily.

"You can take that friendly or not, just as it pleases you.