Helen could just see her pale, pretty face and big, gleaming eyes by the light of the stars.

It struck her then that Bo was going to make eminently more of a success of Western life than she was.
"Nell, those fellows are n-nice," said Bo, reflectively.

"Aren't you c-cold?
Say, he said hurry!" It was beyond Helen's comprehension how she ever began to disrobe out there in that open, windy desert, but after she had gotten launched on the task she found that it required more fortitude than courage.

The cold wind pierced right through her.

Almost she could have laughed at the way Bo made things fly.
"G-g-g-gee!" chattered Bo.