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A vet came and said, 'The best thing to do is to shoot him, and then the policeman pulled out a gun, and went toward Bo's head and bent over the brave and tired old eyes of my friend, and I fought! Fought so hard that they had to give us a chance, Bo and me.
One knee was rather badly cut, which injury alone would have kept her from riding again very soon. Helen, who was somewhat skilled at bandaging wounds, worried a great deal over these sundry blotches on Bo's fair skin, and it took considerable time to wash and dress them. Long after this was done, and during the early supper, and afterward, Bo's excitement remained unabated.
A moment's silent strife convinced her that no doubt he thought so and no doubt he was right. Then the anger centered upon herself, and Helen neither understood nor trusted herself. The outcome proved an uncontrollable impulse. Helen began to saddle her horse. She had the task half accomplished when Bo's call made her look up. "Listen!" Helen heard a ringing, wild bay of the hound.
All I gotta say is we'll play with my ball er there won't be no game," said Bo suddenly. Daddy shrewdly eyed the Natchez captain. Bo did not look like a fellow wearing himself thin from generosity. It struck Daddy that Bo's habit of supplying the ball for the game might have some relation to the fact that he always carried along his own umpire.
Bo's scream rang in her ears; she felt the wet grass under her face and then the strong hands that lifted her. Dale loomed over her, bending down to look into her face; Bo was clutching her with frantic hands. And Helen could only gasp. Her breast seemed caved in. The need to breathe was torture. "Nell! you're not hurt. You fell light, like a feather.
She watched the yellow plains where the cattle grazed; their presence, and irrigation ditches and cottonwood-trees told her that the railroad part of the journey was nearly ended. Then, at Bo's little scream, she looked across the car and out of the window to see a line of low, flat, red-adobe houses. The train began to slow down.
By the time all was in readiness to start the sun was up, melting the frost and ice, so that a dazzling, bright mist, full of rainbows, shone under the trees. Dale looked Ranger over, and tried the cinches of Bo's horse. "What's your choice a long ride behind the packs with me or a short cut over the hills with Roy?" he asked. "I choose the lesser of two rides," replied Helen, smiling.
To Helen it seemed that the cowboy's name changed the very atmosphere. Voices were heard at the gate; one that, harsh and quick, sounded like Carmichael's. And a spirited horse was pounding and scattering gravel. Then a lithe figure appeared, striding up the path. It was Carmichael yet not the Carmichael Helen knew. She heard Bo's strange little cry, a corroboration of her own impression.
"How about you? You see, I figured you'd be the one that liked it, an' your sister the one who wouldn't." "I won't get lonesome very soon," replied Bo. "I'm glad. It worried me some not ever havin' girls as company before. An' in a day or so, when you're rested, I'll help you pass the time." Bo's eyes were full of flashing interest, and Helen asked him, "How?"
Bo's scream made her mustang stand almost straight up. Helen gazed up to see a big brown bear with a frosted coat go lumbering across an opening on the slope. "It's a grizzly! He'll kill Pedro! Oh, where is Dale!" cried Bo, with intense excitement. "Bo! That bear is running down! We we must get out of his road," panted Helen, in breathless alarm.
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