When the pictures had been taken the Indian arose and left them, giving a quick nod to Allan as he went by.
“Now,” said Twink, “if you hurry I think I can get up a group for you. Come over here.”
The boys followed their guide across the field to where several of the Indian tents were grouped. On their way over Twink said, “There’s Buffalo Bill.”
Colonel Cody was seated near a screen of canvas at a point where he could watch the arena through a hole that had been cut for the purpose. The boys had no time to look closely at the famous plainsman, for Twink was hurrying them over to the tents. Twink spoke to several of the Indians, and presently, before one of the tents, a line of Indians was formed, a squaw and baby at one end of the line. These Indians had shields and other weapons, and stood bolt upright in all their gay colors, and waited without sign or sound while Allan and McConnell each made two shots with their cameras.
“If you come back here after the show,” said Twink, “you can see them striking these tents. Meanwhile, make yourselves at home. Here is the famous old Deadwood Stage-coach. Would you like to ride in it to-day?”
“The Deadwood Stage-coach.”
“Oh, yes!” answered McConnell.
“Well, when the coach draws up at the grand stand you boys just climb down and get in. I will speak to them about it.”
“Will anybody take us down?” asked Allan, a little uncertain about the programme.