"That would never do! It would ruin my social reputation." "In Boston?" "No; down there they'd like it. It would be proof positive of the woolliness of the West. Golf playing interrupted by a herd of wild cattle--cowboys, lassoes--Buffalo Bill effects. Down East they're always looking for Western atmosphere." "You don't dislike the West very much, do you?" asked Evelyn. "We aren't so bad, do you think?" "Dislike it?" John looked at her. He had never liked anything so much as this place and hour. "I altogether love it," he declared; and then he was conscious of having used a verb not usual in his vocabulary. "And so you learned how to do all the cowboy tricks up in Wyoming?" Evelyn went on. "I wish Annie Warren had seen that!" and she laughed; it seemed to John that she was always laughing. "I wasn't very much of a cowboy," John said. "That is, I wasn't very good at it." He was an honest soul and did not want Evelyn Porter to think that he was posing as a dramatic and cocksure character. "Roping a cow is the easiest thing in the business, and then a tame, foolish, domestic co-bos like that one!" "Co-bos! If this is likely to happen again they ought to provide a box of salt at every tee." When Evelyn had gone into the club house, John gathered the caddies into a corner and bestowed a dollar on each of them and promised them other bounty if they maintained silence touching the events of the afternoon in which he had participated. They and the drovers were the only witnesses besides the more active participants, and he would have to take chances with the drovers. Then, having bribed the boys, he also threatened them. He was walking across the veranda when he met Evelyn, whose horse he had already called for. "If you're not driving, I'd be glad to have you share my cart." "Thanks, very much," said John. "The street car would be rather a heavy slump after this afternoon's gaiety." "I spoiled your game and endangered your social reputation; I can hardly do less." John thought that she could hardly do more. He had known men whom girls drove in their traps, but he had never expected to be enrolled in their class. It was pleasant, just once, not to be walking in the highway and taking the dust of other people's wheels--pleasant to find himself tolerated by a pretty girl. She was prettier than any he had ever seen at class day, or in the grand stands at football games, or on the observation trains at New London, when he had gone alone, or with a sober college classmate, to see the boat races.