She could not read this quiet gray gaze, but it thrilled her.
"No.

I come on my own hook," he answered.
"You'll understand, then--they're in my charge," added Riggs.
This time the steady light-gray eyes met Helen's, and if there was not a smile in them or behind them she was still further baffled.
"Helen, I reckon you said you didn't want this fellow's attention." "I certainly said that," replied Helen, quickly.

Just then Bo slipped close to her and gave her arm a little squeeze.

Probably Bo's thought was like hers--here was a real Western man.

That was her first impression, and following swiftly upon it was a sensation of eased nerves.
Riggs swaggered closer to Dale.
"Say, Buckskin, I hail from Texas--" "You're wastin' our time an' we've need to hurry," interrupted Dale.