caller-out was shouting, "Promen-ade all—you know where!" The sets were breaking up, and Joe with his best manner was leading his partner to a seat. The face had vanished from the window. Bub Quinn was striding across the room, and now planted himself in front of the recreant pair.
"You're to come with me, Aggy," he growled.
"Pray don't mention it!" cried Joe, relinquishing the girl to Quinn with a mocking reverence.
Shrugging her shoulders, and pouting, Aggy moved away with her captor; not, however, without a parting glance over her shoulder at Joe. The two brothers met at the kitchen-door.
"I say, Joe," Lem begged, "don't dance with that girl again."
"And why not!"
"You wouldn't ask why not if you had seen that ruffian's face at the window."
"Didn't I see it, though?" scoffed Joe, in high spirits, and Lem knew that he had blundered.
A new caller-out had taken the floor, and was shouting, "Seventeen to twenty-four, get on the floor and dance!"
The pauses are short at a ranch dance, for
