“Wading in the foam.”
They walked through Coney Island’s Bowery, but it did not please them. They liked the beach better. There was much fun walking in the sand. The three boys for a while played quoits with clam-shells. Far up at the West End two young men were having a wrestling match and insisted upon being photographed while they were at it.
“Our style of wrestling is not set down in the books,” said one of the young men. But they had great fun at it; and all hands had a hundred yard dash afterward. The taller wrestler came in first and Allan second.
The winner afterward said to Allan, “I’d like to have a copy of that wrestling picture, and if you’ll promise to send me one I’ll give you this pass to Buffalo Bill.”
“A wrestling match.”
“But perhaps it won’t be good—I mean the picture.”
“Then you’re so much ahead. I’ll take my chances.” And he gave Allan his name and address. The pass was for two. “Isn’t he coming to Granger Fields next week?” asked Allan.
“Yes. If you live near there, that’s the place to see him. And take your camera, too. Say; wait a minute. Would you like to do the Indians? Well, you ask for Mr. Twink—he’ll fix it so’s you can photograph the Indians. Tell him I sent you. He’s my cousin. I know the whole crowd pretty well.”
