Alice Weston at once recalled Lorry's attitude toward her on a former occasion when he had been tacitly invited to go with them to the Horseshoe Hills and he had stayed at the hotel. She told Dorothy that Mr. Adams was not to be taken too seriously. After all, he was nothing more than a boy, and perhaps he would feel better, having declined to risk possible embarrassment at their table. Dorothy was inwardly furious on the instant, but she checked herself. What did Alice Weston know about Lorry? Well, Alice knew that he was a good-looking young savage who seemed quite satisfied with himself. She thought that possibly she could tame him if she cared to try. Dorothy, with feminine graciousness, dared Alice to invite Lorry to the dinner. Alice was to know nothing of his having declined an earlier invitation. Greatly to Dorothy's surprise, Alice Weston accepted the challenge. She waited until just before the dinner hour. Lorry was mending a pack-saddle when she came to his cabin. He dropped his work and stood up. "I have been thinking about that tramp you arrested," she began. "And I think you were right in what you did." "Yes, ma'am," stammered Lorry. Her manner had been especially gracious. "And I didn't have a chance to say good-bye--that time"--and she smiled--"when you rode off waving your scarf--" "It was a leg of lamb," corrected Lorry. "Well, you waved it very gracefully. What big, strong arms! They don't look so big when your sleeves are down." Lorry promptly rolled down his sleeves. He felt that he had to do something. "And there is so much to talk about I hardly know where to begin. Oh, yes! Thank you so much for repairing our car." "That was nothin'." "It meant a great deal to us. Is that your horse--the one standing alone over there?" "Yes, ma'am. That's Gray Leg." "I remember him. I couldn't ever forget that morning--but I don't want to hinder your work. I see you are mending something." "Just fittin' a new pad to this pack-saddle. I was figurin' to light out to-morrow." "So soon? That's too bad. But, then, we can visit at dinner this evening. Dorothy said she expected you. I believe it is almost ready." "I don't know, Miss Weston. It's like this--" "And I know Mr. Bronson meant to ask you. He has been quite busy. Perhaps he forgot." "He--" "So I am here as ambassador. Will I do?" "Why, sure! But--" "And mother would be so disappointed if you didn't come. So should I, especially as you are leaving to-morrow. What is it they say in Mexico, 'Adios'? I must run back." She proffered her hand gracefully. Lorry shook hands with her. She gave his fingers a little, lingering squeeze that set his pulses racing. She was a mighty pretty girl. "We shall expect you," she called, halfway to the cabin. And she sure could change a fellow's mind for him without half trying. She hadn't given him a chance to refuse her invitation. She just knew that he was coming to supper. And so did he.