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Then the rancher turned to the group of lounging riders

"Las Vegas, coht of a tall, superbly built cowboy reluctantly detaching hi like a boy's Helen recognized it, and the flowing red scarf, and the swinging gun, and the slow, spur-clinking gait No other than Bo's Las Vegas cowboy adave her a delicious, alnized the reluctant individual approaching with flushed and downcast face Helen recorded her first experience of Bo's utter discomfiture Bo turned white then red as a rose

"Say, my niece said she never heard of the name Carmichael," declared Al, severely, as the cowboy halted before hi hard with his men, but here she was reassured and pleased at the twinkle in his eye

"Shore, boss, I can't help thet," drawled the cowboy "It's good old Texas stock"

He did not appear shamefaced now, but just as cool, easy, clear-eyed, and lazy as the day Helen had liked his waraze

"Texas! You fellars from the Pan Handle are always hollerin' Texas I never seen thet Texans had any one else beat--say from Missouri," returned Al, testily

Carmichaelat the girls

"Wal, reckon we'll all call you Las Vegas, anyway," continued the rancher "Didn't you say my niece sent you to me for a job?"

Whereupon Carmichael's easy manner vanished

"Now, boss, shore my memory's pore," he said "I only says--"

"Don't tellthe drawl "What you said was thet ood word for you"

Here Carlance at Bo, the result of which was to render him utterly crestfallen Not i it did not, for Helen read it as aand blazing; a red spot was growing in each cheek as she gathered strength from his confusion

"Well, didn't you?" delance the old rancher shot from the cowboy to the others of his e fun at Carmichael's expense

"Yes, sir, I did," suddenly replied the cowboy