For the moment that she was held tightly in the young man’s arms, she clung to him with something besides fear.
“Oh, Garry!” she gasped when he set her down again.
“Some jump, eh?” returned the young man coolly.
They skated on again without another word.
CHAPTER XXV
GARRY BALKS
The major was ready to see Garry Knapp at nine o’clock the next morning. He was suffering one of his engagements with the enemy rheumatism, and there really was a strong reason for his having put off this interview until the shy Westerner had become somewhat settled at The Cedars as a guest.
Dorothy took Garry up to the major’s room after breakfast, and they found him well-wrapped in a rug, sitting in his sun parlor which overlooked the lawns of The Cedars.
The young man from the West could not help being impressed by the fact that he was the guest of a family that was well supplied with this world’s goods—one that was used to luxury as well as comfort. Is it strange that the most impressive point to him was the fact that he had no right to even think of trying to win Dorothy Dale?
When he had awakened that morning and looked over the luxurious furnishings of his chamber and the bathroom and dressing room connected with it, he had told himself:
“Garford Knapp, you are in wrong! This is no place for a cowpuncher from the Western plains. What little tad of money you can sell your ranch for won’t put you in any such class as these folk belong to.