If the young ladies ain't powerful particular you can feed them well for a couple of months." Dale wheeled and, striding to the stage, he opened the door.
"Girls, you're not asleep?
Come," he called.
Bo stepped down first.
"I was asleep till this--this vehicle fell off the road back a ways," she replied.
Roy Beeman's low laugh was significant.

He took off his sombrero and stood silent.

The old driver smothered a loud guffaw.
"Veehicle! Wal, I'll be doggoned! Joe, did you hear thet?
All the spunky gurls ain't born out West." As Helen followed with cloak and bag Roy assisted her, and she encountered keen eyes upon her face.

He seemed both gentle and respectful, and she felt his solicitude.

His heavy gun, swinging low, struck her as she stepped down.
Dale reached into the stage and hauled out baskets and bags.