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Updated: May 12, 2025
It was their environment the accompaniment of wild wolf-mourn, of the murmuring waterfall, of this strange man of the forest and the unfamiliar elements among which he made his home. Next morning, her energy having returned, Helen shared Bo's lesson in bridling and saddling her horse, and in riding. Bo, however, rode so fast and so hard that for Helen to share her company was impossible.
"Child, he was only in fun." "Nell, I'll bet you he comes. Oh, it'd be great! I'm going to love cowboys. They don't look like that Harve Riggs who ran after you so." Helen sighed, partly because of the reminder of her odious suitor, and partly because Bo's future already called mysteriously to the child. Helen had to be at once a mother and a protector to a girl of intense and wilful spirit.
Then they went out to the campfire. Helen's eye was attracted by moving objects near at hand. Then simultaneously with Bo's cry of delight Helen saw a beautiful doe approaching under the trees. Dale walked beside it. "You sure had a long sleep," was the hunter's greeting. "I reckon you both look better." "Good morning. Or is it afternoon? We're just able to move about," said Helen.
Here Carmichael stole a timid glance at Bo, the result of which was to render him utterly crestfallen. Not improbably he had taken Bo's expression to mean something it did not, for Helen read it as a mingling of consternation and fright. Her eyes were big and blazing; a red spot was growing in each cheek as she gathered strength from his confusion. "Well, didn't you?" demanded Al.
No other than Bo's Las Vegas cowboy admirer! Then Helen flashed a look at Bo, which look gave her a delicious, almost irresistible desire to laugh. That young lady also recognized 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.
"We walked every step of the way, and was lucky to get down at that," responded Dale, gravely. "No horse should have been ridden down there. Why, he must have slid down." "We slid yes. But I stayed on him." Bo's incredulity changed to wondering, speechless admiration. And Dale's rare smile changed his gravity. "I'm sorry. It was rash of me.
Bo's horse slowed up and showed fear, but he kept on as far as Dale's horse. But Helen's refused to go any nearer. She had difficulty in halting him. Presently she dismounted and, throwing her bridle over a stump, she ran on, panting and fearful, yet tingling all over, up to her sister and Dale. "Nell, you did pretty good for a tenderfoot," was Bo's greeting. "It was a fine chase," said Dale.
Helen felt a rush of gladness that she had yielded to Bo's wild importunities to take her West. The spirit which had made Bo incorrigible at home probably would make her react happily to life out in this free country. Yet Helen, with all her warmth and gratefulness, had to laugh at her sister. "Your red-faced cowboy! Why, Bo, you were scared stiff. And now you claim him!"
And Bo's keen eyes studied her sister's earnest, sad face. "Nell, do you ever think of Dale?" she queried, suddenly. The question startled Helen. A slow blush suffused neck and cheek. "Of course," she replied, as if surprised that Bo should ask such a thing. "I I shouldn't have asked that," said Bo, softly, and then bent again over her book. Helen gazed tenderly at that bright, bowed head.
What I make of it is this. You've the same blood in you that's in Bo. An' blood is stronger than brain. Remember that blood is life. It would be good for you to have it run an' beat an' burn, as Bo's did. Your blood did that a thousand years or ten thousand before intellect was born in your ancestors. Instinct may not be greater than reason, but it's a million years older.
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