He removed his sombrero and stood at ease, frank, cool, smiling.

Helen liked him on sight, and, looking to see what effect he had upon Bo, she found that young lady staring, frightened stiff.
"Good mawnin'," drawled the cowboy, with slow, good-humored smile.

"Now where might you-all be travelin' ?" The sound of his voice, the clean-cut and droll geniality; seemed new and delightful to Helen.
"We go to Magdalena--then take stage for the White Mountains," replied Helen.
The cowboy's still, intent eyes showed surprise.
"Apache country, miss," he said.

"I reckon I'm sorry.

Thet's shore no place for you-all...