didn't know myself. I could
dance all night and never stop once!"

Annixter was smitten with uneasiness. No doubt this "promenading" was
not at all to her taste. Wondering what kind of a spectacle he was about
to make of himself, he exclaimed:

"Want to dance now?"

"Oh, yes!" she returned.

They paused in their walk, and Hilma, facing him, gave herself into
his arms. Annixter shut his teeth, the perspiration starting from his
forehead. For five years he had abandoned dancing. Never in his best
days had it been one of his accomplishments.

They hesitated a moment, waiting to catch the time from the musicians.
Another couple bore down upon them at precisely the wrong moment,
jostling them out of step. Annixter swore under his breath. His arm
still about the young woman, he pulled her over to one corner.

"Now," he muttered, "we'll try again."

A second time, listening to the one-two-three, one-two-three cadence of
the musicians, they endeavoured to get under way. Annixter waited the
fraction of a second too long and stepped on Hilma's foot. On the third
attempt, having worked out of the corner, a pair of dancers bumped into
them once more, and as they were recovering themselves another couple
caromed violently against Annixter so that he all but lost his footing.
He was in a rage. Hilma, very embarrassed, was trying not to laugh, and
thus they found themselves, out in the middle of the floor, continually
jostled from their position, holding clumsily to each other, stammering
excuses into one another's faces, when Delaney arrived.

He came with the suddenness of an explosion. There was a commotion by
the doorway, a rolling burst of oaths, a furious stamping of hoofs, a
wild scramble of the dancers to either side of the room, and there he
was. He had ridden the buckskin at a gallop straight through the doorway
and out into the middle of the floor of the barn.

Once well inside, Delaney hauled up on the cruel spade-bit, at the same
time driving home the spurs, and the buckskin, without halting in her
gait, rose into the air upon her hind feet, and coming down again with a
thunder of iron hoofs upon the hollow floor, lashed out with both heels
simultaneously, her back arched, her head between her knees. It was the
running buck, and had not Delaney been the hardest buster in the county,
would have flung him headlong like a sack of sand. But he eased off the
bit, gripping the mare's flanks with his knees, and the bu