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"Miss Helen, that ain't a wild idee," said Roy, seriously "I reckon your sister is pretty close on the trail Las Vegas, don't you savvy it thet way?"

Carmichael's ansas to stalk out of the room

"Call him back!" cried Helen, apprehensively

"Hold on, boy!" called Roy, sharply

Helen reached the door simultaneously with Roy The cowboy picked up his soave his belt a vicious hitch that iant step he was astride Ranger

"Carmichael! Stay!" cried Helen

The cowboy spurred the black, and the stones rang under iron-shod hoofs

"Bo! Call him back! Please call him back!" importuned Helen, in distress

"I won't," declared Bo Rayner Her face shone whiter now and her eyes were like fiery flint That was her answer to a loving, gentle-hearted sister; that was her answer to the call of the West

"No use," said Roy, quietly "An' I reckon I'd better trail hialloped swiftly away

It turned out that Bo, was ined One knee was rather badly cut, which injury alone would have kept her froain very soon Helen, as soreat deal over these sundry blotches on Bo's fair skin, and it took considerable ti after this was done, and during the early supper, and afterward, Bo's excitement remained unabated The whiteness stayed on her face and the blaze in her eyes Helen ordered and begged her to go to bed, for the fact was Bo could not stand up and her hands shook

"Go to bed? Not s"

It was that possibility which had Helen in dreadful suspense If Cars, it seemed to Helen that the bottoun to build so earnestly and fearfully She did not believe that he would do so But the uncertainty was torturing

"Dear Bo," appealed Helen, "you don't want--Oh! you do want Cars?"

"No, I don't, but I wouldn't care if he did," replied Bo, bluntly

"Do you think--he will?"

"Nell, if that cowboy really loves ht here before he left," declared Bo "And he knehat I thought he'd do"