"I want to return your money," she said sharply, "because without the piano I suppose you will not want to dance, and--" "Aw, the dickens!" cried a big, good-natured cowpuncher with a sun-peeled nose and twinkly gray eyes. "I guess we all have danced plenty without no piano music. There's mouth harps in this crowd, and there's a fiddle. Git yore pardners for a square dance!" And under his breath, to his immediate masculine neighbors he added: "To hell with the Lorrigans and their piano!" Mary Hope could have hugged that cowpuncher who hastily seized her hand and swung her into place as the first couple in the first set. When the three sets were formed he called the dance figures in a sonorous tone that swept out through the open windows and reached the ears of the Lorrigans as they rode away. "_Honor_ yore pardner--and the lady on your _left!_ _Join_ eight hands, an' a-circle to the _left!_ Break an _Indian_ trail home in the Indian _style_, with the lady in the _lead!_ Swing the lady _behind_ you once in a while!-- The lady _behind_ you once in a while!-- _Now_ your pardner, and go hog _wild!_" The fiddle and two mouth harps were scarcely heard above the rhythmic stamping of feet, the loud chant of the caller, who swung Mary Hope clear of the floor whenever he put his arm around her. "A--_second_ couple out, and a-cir-cle _four!_ _Lay_-dees do ce _do!_ _You_ swing me, an' I'll swing _you_-- And _we'll_ all dance in the same ole _shoe!_ "_Same_ four on to the _next!_--dance the ocean _wave!_ The _same_ ole boys, the _same_ ole trail, _Watch_ that possum walk the _rail!_ _Cir_-cle six, and a-do ce _do!_ Swing, _every_ one swing, and a--promenade _home!_" "_Who_ wants a piano? Couldn't hear it if yuh' had it!" he cried, while the twelve couples paused breathless. Then he wiped his face frankly and thoroughly with his handkerchief, caught Mary Hope's hand in his, lifted his voice again in his contagious sing-song: "_Cir_-cle eight, till you get straight! _Swing_ them ladies, like swingin' on a _gate!_ _Left_ foot up, and-a-right foot _down_-- _Make_ that big foot jar the _ground!_ Prom-e-_nade!_ _Swing_ yore corner, if you ain't too _slow!_ _Now_ yore pardner, and around you _go!_ For the--_last_ time--and a-_long_ time-- _You_ know where, and a-I don't _care!_"