But some long-haired galoot was tryin' to hold up the girls.
Wanted to throw his gun on me.

I was sure scared," replied Dale, as he deposited the luggage.
Bo laughed.

Her eyes, resting upon Dale, were warm and bright.

The young man at the coach door took a second look at her, and then a smile changed the dark hardness of his face.
Dale helped the girls up the high step into the stage, and then, placing the lighter luggage, in with them, he threw the heavier pieces on top.
"Joe, climb up," he said.
"Wal, Milt," drawled the driver, "let's ooze along." Dale hesitated, with his hand on the door.

He glanced at the crowd, now edging close again, and then at Helen.
"I reckon I ought to tell you," he said, and indecision appeared to concern him.
"What ?" exclaimed Helen.
"Bad news.