"Just fittin' a new pad to this pack-saddle. I was figurin' to light out to-morrow."
"So soon? That's too bad. But, then, we can visit at dinner this evening. Dorothy said she expected you. I believe it is almost ready."
"I don't know, Miss Weston. It's like this—"
"And I know Mr. Bronson meant to ask you. He has been quite busy.
Perhaps he forgot."
"He—"
"So I am here as ambassador. Will I do?"
"Why, sure! But—"
"And mother would be so disappointed if you didn't come. So should I, especially as you are leaving to-morrow. What is it they say in Mexico, 'Adios'? I must run back."
She proffered her hand gracefully. Lorry shook hands with her. She gave his fingers a little, lingering squeeze that set his pulses racing. She was a mighty pretty girl.
"We shall expect you," she called, halfway to the cabin.