“That’s so. We can see him before we leave. I feel as if he had been very good to us.” “Indeed he has.”
“We never could have seen so much and got those Indians without him.”
“Do you suppose he would care for a picture of Big Wolf?”
“I don’t think he would.”
“We might ask him.”
“I almost think we had better not bother him again.”
“Except to thank him, you mean?”
“Except to thank him, yes.”
Presently, the man with the wonderful voice, who made the announcements, told how the great Deadwood stage-coach would be attacked by the Indians, and how it would be rescued by a company of cowboys under the leadership of Buffalo Bill.
The coach itself, drawn by four horses, now came rolling around the arena.