"Come on, let's dance," Mary pleaded, urging them in the
direction of the pavilion.

All over the park the warring bricklayers were shaking hands and
making up, while the open-air bars were crowded with the
drinkers.

Saxon walked very close to Billy. She was proud of him. He could
fight, and he could avoid trouble. In all that had occurred he
had striven to avoid trouble. And, also, consideration for her
and Mary had been uppermost in his mind.

"You are brave," she said to him.

"It's like takin' candy from a baby," he disclaimed. "They only
rough-house. They don't know boxin'. They're wide open, an' all
you gotta do is hit 'em. It ain't real fightin', you know." With
a troubled, boyish look in his eyes, he stared at his bruised
knuckles. "An' I'll have to drive team to-morrow with 'em," he
lamented. "Which ain't fun, I'm tellin' you, when they stiffen
up."



CHAPTER V

At eight o'clock the Al Vista band played "Home, Sweet Home,"
and, following the hurried rush through the twilight to the
picnic train, the four managed to get double seats facing each
other. When the aisles and platforms were packed by the hilarious