Millionaires and
paupers, dog-drivers and mounted policemen joined hands with
'ladies in the center,' and swept around the circle performing
most remarkable capers. Primitive in their pleasure, boisterous
and rough, they displayed no rudeness, but rather a crude
chivalry more genuine than the most polished courtesy.
In his quest for the 'Greek Dancer,' Cal Galbraith managed to get
into the same set with the 'Russian Princess,' toward whom
popular suspicion had turned.
But by the time he had guided her through one dance, he was
willing not only to stake his millions that she was not Freda,
but that he had had his arm about her waist before. When or where
he could not tell, but the puzzling sense of familiarity so
wrought upon him that he turned his attention to the discovery of
her identity. Malemute Kid might have aided him instead of
occasionally taking the Princess for a few turns and talking
earnestly to her in low tones. But it was Jack Harrington who
paid the 'Russian Princess' the most assiduous court. Once he
drew Cal Galbraith aside and hazarded wild guesses as to who she
was, and explained to him that he was going in to win. That
rankled the Circle City King, for man is not by nature monogamic,
and he forgot both Madeline and Freda in the new quest.
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