and went off to waltz with Bert Rogers, apparently quite satisfied with
what she had accomplished.

Miss Satterly sat very still, scarce thinking consciously. She stared
at Weary and tried to imagine him a fugitive from his native town, and
in spite of herself wondered what it was he had done. It must be
something very bad, and she shrank from the thought. Then Cal Emmett
came up to ask her for a dance, and she went with him thankfully and
tried to forget the things she had heard.

Weary, after dancing with every woman but the one he wanted, and
finding himself beside Myrtle Forsyth with a frequency that puzzled
him, felt an unutterable disgust for the whole thing. After a waltz
quadrille, during which he seemed to get her out of his arms only to
find her swinging into them again, and smiling up at him in a way he
knew of old, he made desperately for the door; snatched up the first
gray hat he came to--which happened to belong to Chip--and went out
into the dewy darkness.

It was half an hour before he could draw the hostler of the Dry Lake
stable away from a crap game, and it was another half hour before he
succeeded in overcoming Glory's disinclination for a gallop over the
prairie alone.

But it was two hours before Miss Forsythe gave over watching furtively
the door, and it was daylight before Chip Emmett found a gray hat under
the water bench--a hat which he finally recognized as Weary's and so
appropriated to his own use.