"Maybe you don't remember this here gent," said that person, indicating Disston with his thumb after he and Mormon Joe had shaken hands. "He's growed about four feet since you saw him." "I remember him very well." Mormon Joe's tone and manner had the suavity and polish which was so at variance with his general appearance. Hughie, leaving Teeters and Mormon Joe to a conversation which did not interest him, rode up to see Kate at closer range. Busy in one of the pens, the girl was still unaware of visitors, so he had had ample opportunity to observe her before she saw him. She, too, had grown since their meeting, being now as tall and straight and slim as an Olympian runner. Her hair swung in a thick fair braid far below her waist as she darted hither and thither in pursuit of a lamb. The man's blue flannel shirt she wore was faded and the ragged sleeves had been cut off at the elbow for convenience. Her short skirt was of stiff blue denim and a pair of coarse brown and white cotton stockings showed between the hem and the tops of boys' shoes which disguised the slenderness of her feet. Yet, withal, she was graceful as she ran and somehow managed to look picturesque. The boy's face was an odd mixture of expressions as he watched her--amusement, astonishment, disapproval, and grudging admiration all in one. Finally, catching the lamb by the hind leg she threw it by a twist acquired through much practice and buckled a bell around its neck. As she turned it loose and straightened up, she saw Disston. When he smiled she knew him instantly and the color rose in her face as she walked towards him, suddenly conscious of her clothes and grimy hands. She was soon at her ease, however, and when he told her his errand the radiance that leaped into her face startled him. "Would I like to go?" she cried joyously. "There's nothing I can think of that I would like better. I've never been to a dance in all my life. I've never been anywhere. It's so good of you to ask me!" "It's good of you to go with me," he said awkwardly, shamed by her gratitude, remembering the wager. "But I don't know how to dance," she said almost tearfully. "You don't?" incredulously. He had thought every girl in the world knew how to dance. "Never mind," he assured her, "I can teach you in a few lessons." So it was settled, and they talked of other things, laughing merrily, frequently, while Mormon Joe and Teeters discussed with some gravity the fact that it had been several months since the latter had been able to get his wages from Toomey. "I think he's workin' on borried capital and they're shuttin' down on him," Teeters conjectured. "His 'Old Man,'" he nodded toward Hughie, "has got consider'ble tied up in the Outfit, I've an idea. Anyhow, if I git beat out of my money after the way Toomey's high-toned it over me--" He cast a significant look at a fist with particularly prominent knuckles.