"
The men began to laugh while Jack flushed crimson. 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. "I'd just love to see you on
horseback. Nothing sets a handsome man off so splendidly. Do you ride?"
"Yes," said Jack, and his eyes were burning on the Angel as if he would
fathom the depths of her soul.
"Well," said the Angel winsomely, "I know what I just wish you'd do.
I wish you would let your hair grow a little longer.
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