going to be there at ten
o'clock."

Tom heard the girls and laughed: "But why at the Bridal Contest tent?
Why not at the coal-heaving contest?"

"Perhaps the boys thought there wouldn't be such a crowd at the Bridal,"
ventured Polly, guilelessly.

Tom and Eleanor laughed, and the former said: "Well, I'll see that you
two get there in ample time for the Bridal."

Long before ten o'clock, John and Anne had disappeared, and that left
Tom to the sweet mercy of Barbara. He clung desperately to Polly and
Eleanor until it was time to take them to the Bridal Contest, and then
he begged Mrs. Brewster to take care of Barbara while he was absent with
the girls.

Mrs. Brewster understood that Tom did not care for the young lady's
company, and she said in a low tone: "I would feel easier if I thought
those four young people had a sensible head to look after them in this
great multitude, Tom."

Tom looked at her, but she seemed innocent of any hidden meaning; so he
replied fervently: "If you will tell Polly this, I will be only too
happy to be the 'head' they need."

So Tom really acted as "Official Guide" that day and, incidentally, paid
all the bills for the young celebrators. This suited Jim and Kenneth,
all right, as they were puzzling how to make a big splash in the puddle
before these two girls, and yet escape bankruptcy.

The Bridal Contest was a strange sight. Any couple who wanted to marry
in haste, could secure a special license at this booth and be married
forthwith. And to every pair so married, the managers of the fair
presented a twenty-dollar gold piece, that more than defrayed the costs
of the ceremony. To say the Bridal Booth was a failure, would be rank
envy and jealousy on the part of any single cow-boy or woman that
attended the fair--and failed in securing a mate.

The girls watched while three pairs were married, and in each case, the
bride was a stranger in Oak Creek, while the groom was a newly-fledged
rancher who needed a housekeeper worse than he needed his freedom.

As the other contests were scheduled for eleven, the four young people,
following after their Official Guide, went the rounds. Not one sight
missed them that day, and they turned weary bodies towards the camp that
night, thinking of but one thing--the cot-beds that awaited them.

Wednesday was the day when the races took place. Not only the broncho
busting, but horse-racing and other events of the kind. A novelty was
offered this y