Pratt Sanderson, to whom he happened to say this, nodded. "And one of the best," he assured the Californian. "Captain Dan Rugley is a noble old man, a gentleman of the old school, and one who has seen the West grow up and develop from the times of its swaddling clothes until now." "Wonderful country," sighed the director. "Look at its beginnings almost within the memory of the present generation, and now--why! there's half a hundred automobiles parked right outside this show to-night!" Captain Dan Rugley secured a front seat. He was as excited as a boy over the event. He admitted to Mrs. Bill Edwards that he hadn't been to a "regular show" a dozen times in his life. "And I expect this is going to knock the spots out of anything I ever saw--even the Grand Opera at Chicago, when my wife and I went on our honeymoon." The young folks from the Edwards ranch were scattered about the old Captain. Sue Latrop had assumed her most critical attitude. But Sue had been wonderfully silent about Frances and her father since the dinner dance. That occasion had turned out to be something entirely different from what the girl from Boston expected. In the first place, her young hostess was better and more tastefully--though simply--dressed than any of her guests. Her adornments had been only a crescent in her hair and a brooch; but Sue had been forced to admire the beauty and value of these. Beside Frances, the other girls seemed overdressed. The range girl had dignity enough to carry off her part perfectly. Under the soft glow of the candles in the wonderful old candelabra, to which the Captain referred as "a part of the loot of Señor Morales' _hacienda_," Frances of the ranges sat as hostess, calmly beautiful, and governing the course of the dinner without the least hesitancy or confusion. She looked out for every guest's needs and directed the two Mexican boys and Ming in their service with all the calmness and judgment of a hostess who was long used to dinner parties. Indeed, Sue Latrop was forced to admit in her secret soul that she had never seen any hostess manage better at an entertainment of this kind. At the upper end of the table, the old Captain fairly beamed his hospitality and delight. He kept the boys in a gale of laughter, and the girls seemed all to enjoy themselves, too. Critical Miss Latrop could throw no wet blanket upon the proceedings; to tell the truth, her sour face was quite overlooked by the other guests, and about all the attention she attracted was when Mrs. Bill Edwards asked her if she had the toothache. "No, I have no toothache!" snapped Sue. "I don't see why you should ask." "Well, my dear," said the lady, soothingly, "something must surely be the matter. I never saw a person at dinner with so miserable a countenance. Does something pinch you?"