Reaching the building, Reynolds paused and listened.  The music was good, the best he had heard in a long time.  Through an open door he could see men playing billiards and pool.  It was a lively and an attractive scene, which caused him to enter and stand for a while near the door watching the games.  No one paid any attention to him, and from what he observed there were others like himself, strangers, who found the time hanging heavily on their hands, and had dropped into the place for the sake of companionship.  There were several large tables, and these were all occupied by eager players.  Nearby was a bar, where drinks of various kinds were being served.  The room was brilliantly lighted by electricity, and the whole atmosphere of the place was most congenial.

At one end of the billiard room were two doors, and here a number of people were standing watching the dancing that was going on in the main part of the building.  Reynolds presently joined them, and he was greatly surprised at the size of the room, and the number of people upon the floor.  There was a gallery immediately overhead, and here the band was placed.

For a few minutes Reynolds stood and watched the dancers in a somewhat indifferent manner.  He learned from a man standing by his side that this building belonged to a town club, and that such dances were not uncommon, at which most of the people attended.

At first Reynolds could not recognize anyone he knew, but as he watched, he gave a great start, for there but a short distance away was Glen, and her partner was none other than the rascal, Curly.  He could hardly believe his eyes, and he followed them most intently as they moved about the room.  He felt certain now that Glen was the girl mentioned by Curly on the steamer in his conversation with Frontier Samson.  He had found her, and was it to her liking? he wondered.  He recalled her pale face and agitated manner as Curly boarded the vessel along the coast.  Was he the cause of her distress, or was it someone else?  It seemed then as if she wished to keep clear of the fellow, and her seclusion during the remainder of the voyage lent color to this idea.  But here she was dancing with him, and apparently enjoying herself.  All this puzzled Reynolds as he stood there, unheeding everything else save those special two.

When the music ceased, Glen and Curly walked across the room and sat down but a short distance from the door.  Reynolds could see the girl’s face most plainly now, and he could tell at a glance that she was unhappy.  Curly, on the other hand, was very animated and did all of the talking.  He was speaking in a low voice and seemed very much in earnest.  Occasionally the girl shook her head, and looked uneasily around as if fearful lest someone should overhear what was being said.  At length, however, as she glanced to her right, her face brightened, and the light of joy leaped into her eyes.  Reynolds