The Angel joined in the laugh.
"Well, I'll leave it to you! Isn't he handsome ?" she challenged.

"As for that cowboy's face, it couldn't be compared with yours.

The only trouble with you is that your clothes are spoiling you.

It's the dress those cowboys wear that makes half their attraction.

If you were properly clothed, you could break the heart of the prettiest girl in the country." With one accord the other men looked at Black Jack, and for the first time realized that he was a superb specimen of manhood, for he stood six feet tall, was broad, well-rounded, and had dark, even skin, big black eyes, and full red lips.
"I'll tell you what!" exclaimed the Angel.