But the excited horse backed away; someone raised the rope barrier, and Patches disappeared down the side street.
Helen's eyes were wet, but she was smiling.

"No," she said softly to Kitty and Stanford, "that was _not_ Lawrence Knight.

Poor old Larry never could have done that." It was a little after the noon hour when Kitty, who, with her father, mother and brothers, had been for dinner at the home of one of their Prescott friends, was crossing the plaza on her way to join Mr.and Mrs.
Manning, with whom she was to spend the afternoon.

In a less frequented corner of the little park, back of the courthouse, she saw Patches.

The cowboy, who had changed from his ranch costume to a less picturesque business garb, was seated alone on one of the benches that are placed along the walks, reading a letter.