Blue Bonnet lifted the lid of the long narrow box, took one look, and met Knight's eyes with an answering laugh in her own. Inside the box was a shimmering red silk sash. Knight had kept his promise to himself to buy Blue Bonnet the "fanciest thing in the sash line that Chicago could boast"--even though it had taken the last penny of his pocket money. "It's a beauty!" she declared. "Knight must expect another spill to-day," laughed Alec. Blue Bonnet looked about the circle with a bright, quick glance. "I'm not going to try to say 'thank you' to everybody,--those two words would be quite worn out by the time I finished!" "Come along, everybody," said Uncle Cliff, "it's time for the festivities to begin." As they left the dining-room, Carita slipped her arm about Blue Bonnet and whispered regretfully: "I wish I had a present for you. I didn't know in time or I could have made something." Blue Bonnet gave her an impulsive squeeze. "Why, Carita, you're a birthday present yourself!" Blue Bonnet's promise to Ruth in regard to the steer-roping contest, proved almost literally true. This was the great feature of the day to the Mexicans, and their delight in the sport knew no bounds. They made a brilliant picture as they stood or squatted about the corral gate, the women in their bright yellow, red and purple calicoes; and the men in their tight trousers, serapes rainbow hued, gay sashes and enormous peaked hats. The scene was full of life, color and motion. Ruth's thin cheeks grew pink with excitement. "What's going to happen first?" she asked Blue Bonnet. "You see those steers inside the gate? Well, Pancho will drive one out and while it is running like mad, Josef--he has the first turn--will lasso, throw it, and tie its feet together with that short rope he has. Then, one after another, the rest of the cowboys will do the same thing, and the one that does it in the shortest time will get the prize and be declared champion of the Blue Bonnet ranch." "The world's record is thirty-seven seconds," Knight added, "but it has to be a hustler who can do it under a minute." "Look--there comes one now!" screamed Kitty. The contest was swift, breathless and soon over. The corral gate was opened and through it driven a steer. Outside, mounted on a swift cow-pony rode Josef, awaiting the signal to start in pursuit. On came the steer with long frightened leaps, after him the vaquero with lariat whirling around his head. Suddenly the rope whistled, hissed through the air, dropped and coiled about the steer's front feet. A quick movement on the part of both rider and horse; the lariat tightened, and the steer pitched on to its side. Josef leaped from his pony, bent over his victim, and, in far less time than it takes to tell it, had tied three of the kicking hoofs together. The cowboy rose, grinning, amid the cheers of the delighted audience; and remounting his horse, coolly rolled a cigarette. "Sixty-three seconds," said Knight, who was time-keeper.