The Ramblin' Kid alone seemed uninterested. He dropped down on his bed and idly watched the others prepare for the evening's diversion. "Ain't you going?" Chuck asked him, noticing his indifference. A short, half-cynical laugh with "Oh, maybe I'll go set on the porch an' listen to th' music!" was the answer. When Parker and the cowboys reappeared at the house it was plain that all had disobeyed Carolyn June's injunction not to "dress up." Each had paid tribute in some way, by a smooth-scraped face, a dean shirt, a tie or something, to the vanity of his own heart and the desire for the good opinion of either Carolyn June or the widow. Both women noticed it. They exchanged glances while Carolyn June softly whispered to Ophelia: "Stir them up--it's coming to them!" The widow smiled understandingly. Old Heck fidgeted uncomfortably. The situation was entirely beyond his control. By right he and Ophelia ought to be sitting there quietly making love, while Skinny and Carolyn June, in another corner of the room or out on the porch, were doing the same thing. He would just have to await developments. Parker was elated. Carolyn June's proposal had broken up Old Heck's evening alone with the widow. Perhaps--the thought thrilled the foreman --Ophelia herself had planned it! "Skinny can keep the graphophone working," Carolyn June laughed. "Put on a one-step first," she said as he rather grudgingly went to the corner and started the music. "Come on, Bert, we'll dance this one," she cried merrily, as she stepped up to the blushing cowboy and put her hand, with a tender little pressure, on his arm. "It's 'ladies' night,' you know--Ophelia, pick your pardner!" "Aw--don't you reckon you ought to choose one of the others first?" Bert, considerably embarrassed by the sudden attention, mumbled as he moved with pretended reluctance but secret eagerness out on to the floor. "I know who I want to dance with!" Carolyn June whispered significantly with another squeeze of his arm while her warm breath fanned his cheek. For a moment Ophelia stood as if undecided while Old Heck and Parker each tried by their looks to register unconcern, their hearts meanwhile leaping with uncertain expectancy and hope. Suddenly turning from both and going up to Charley, she said softly and with well-feigned shyness: "I--I--please, won't you dance this one with me?" "With the most exceeding pleasure!" Charley replied gallantly, arising and reaching out his hands. Parker and Old Heck gulped their astonishment and disappointment--each swallowing as if he had something in his throat that would not go down--and glared savagely at each other. Skinny next put on a waltz record. Carolyn June and Chuck swung through its dreamy rhythm while her hair brushed the cowboy's neck and her eyes, half closed, looked alluringly into his. "I--I--could do this forever--with you!" she breathed, accenting the last word and making Chuck want to yell for joy.