For a breath Robin literally saw red, a red mist that momentarily fogged his vision. By an effort he shook that off. That gust of unreasoning fury had a double effect. It was like a physical pain--and it frightened him. He understood in that moment why men strangely run amuck. Yet in one corner of his brain a small, weak voice seemed to be saying, “Don’t act like a damn fool. Don’t act like a damn fool.” He forced himself to say with a smile, “Oh, all right.” Then Steele appeared, hat in hand, jaunty. He flashed a look that Robin read as amused triumph--and Robin let that pass. “Good-night,” he said to Ivy quite casually and went on in, straight to where he saw May Sutherland talking to another girl. He wouldn’t give either Ivy or Steele the satisfaction of looking back, though he knew instinctively that both were watching him while Mark leaned against the wall buckling on his silver spurs. “Will you dance this?” Robin asked May. She didn’t say she would. She rose with a faint smile and put her hand on his arm. As they turned the first corner of the room Robin saw the other two pass out, Ivy flinging a last glance over her shoulder. “If they think I’m going to care a curse----” he didn’t finish the sentence in his mind. It wasn’t true. He did care. His pride as well as his affection was involved in that episode. Any other man but Shining Mark! Then he put it resolutely aside and talked to May. “I’m going home after this number,” May told him presently. “Some of these men have had one drink too many. I’m a little bit tired. I’ve danced everything but the supper dance.” “They do get lit up once in a while,” Robin admitted. “How did you come? Buggy?” “No, we all rode up. Dad and Bill Harper went home before supper. Billy doesn’t care much about dancing, and I think he had a little tiff with Rose.” “I’m about ready to go myself,” Robin said. “I’ll ride down with you if you like.” “Didn’t you bring a girl?” May looked at him curiously. “Isn’t it proper to take _her_ home?” “Sure. But she’s gone home already,” Robin answered evenly, “with another wild cowboy.” May said nothing to that for a minute. Then: “All right, if you _are_ going. Rose and Joe are having too good a time to leave yet.” “I’ll find your horse and bring him to the door.” “Thanks. It’s the chestnut I rode the other day. Will you know him?” “Sure. I’d know your saddle anyhow, by those funny little _tapaderos_.”