"Have a good time, Patches; you surely have earned it.
Good-by!" He stood for a moment watching her cross the park.

Then, with a quick look around, as though he did not wish to be observed, he hurried across the street to the Western Union office.

A few moments later he made his way, by little-frequented side streets, to the stable where he had left his horse; and while Kitty and her friends were watching the first of the racing cars cross the line, Patches was several miles away, riding as though pursued by the sheriff, straight for the Cross-Triangle Ranch.
Several times that day, while she was with her eastern friends, Kitty saw Phil near by.

But she gave him no signal to join them, and the cowboy, shy always, and hurt by Kitty's indifference, would not approach the little party without her invitation.

But that evening, while Kitty was waiting in the hotel lobby for Mr.and Mrs.Manning, Phil, finding her alone, went to her.
"I have been trying to speak to you all day," he said reproachfully.
"Haven't you any time for me at all, Kitty ?" "Don't be foolish, Phil," she returned; "you have seen me a dozen times." "I have _seen_ you, yes," he answered bitterly.
"But, Phil, you could have come to me, if you had wanted to." "I have no desire to go where I am not wanted," he answered.
"Phil!" "Well, you gave no sign that you wanted me." "There was no reason why I should," she retorted.