“You sure c’n throw your feet!” he burst out at length.
“You ain’t travelin’ very far behind,” said Jac, amiably.
She felt Maurie start. She knew—with a growing coldness of heart—that he was staring down at her face with question. With a great effort she made her eyes rise and rest artlessly upon his. She was hunting her book-vocabulary desperately.
“I’ve picked that up from the western vernacular. Mr. Gordon. Does it sound natural?”
“It sure does.”
The doubt was gone from his face. The triumph reinforced her smile. Dolly Maxwell sailed by in the arms of Carrigan. They were dancing beautifully.
“Say,” said Gordon with sudden anxiety. “What was that funny step you done with Carrigan?”
“That was the Silvestre Slide, as they call it in New York.”
“Oh!”
“I invented it and it was picked up all along Fifth Avenue. You’ve no idea how quickly things spread in New York. They named it after me.”