"Did she see me?"
"Shore she saw you. You'd oughta seen the way she looked at you."
Wallie, who was too mortified and miserable for words over the incident, declared he meant never again to come to town and make a fool of himself.
"I know how you feel, but you'll git over it," said Pinkey, sympathetically. "It's nothin' to worry about, for I doubt if you ever had any show anyhow."
Canby laughed disagreeably after they had passed the two on the sidewalk.
"That Montgomery-Ward cowpuncher has been drunk again, evidently," he commented.
"I wouldn't call him that. I'm told he can rope and ride with any of them."
He looked at her quickly.
"You seem to keep track of him."
She replied bluntly: "He interests me."
"Why?" curtly. Canby looked malicious as he added: "He's a fizzle."
"He'll get his second wind some day and surprise you."
"He will?" Canby replied, curtly. "What makes you think it?"
"His aunt is a rich woman, and he could go limping back if he wanted to; besides, he has what I call the 'makings'."
"He should feel flattered by your confidence in him," he answered, uncomfortably.
"He doesn't know it."
Canby said no more, but it passed through his mind that Wallie would not, either, if there was a way for him to prevent it.