Long, lean, bow-legged fellows they were, with young, frank faces and intent eyes.

One of them seemed particularly attractive with his superb build, his red-bronze face and bright-red scarf, his swinging gun, and the huge, long, curved spurs.

Evidently he caught Bo's admiring gaze, for, with a word to his companions, he sauntered toward the window where the girls sat.

His gait was singular, almost awkward, as if he was not accustomed to walking.

The long spurs jingled musically.