The chief greeted Lawson with a deep and hearty "Hah! Nawson—my friend. How! How!" And Lawson, with equal ceremony, replied, in Dakota:
"I am well, my brother; how is it with you?"
"My heart is warm towards you."
Elsie gave him her hand, and he took it without embarrassment or awkwardness. "I know you; you make pictures," he said, in his own tongue.
"Jerusalem, but he's a stunner!" said Parker. "Hello, old man! How you vass, ain't it?" and he clapped the old man on the shoulder.
Two Horns looked at him keenly, and the smile faded from his face. "Huh! Big fool," he said to Lawson.
"You mustn't talk to an Indian like that, Parker, if you expect to have his friendship," said Lawson. "Two Horns hates over-familiarity."
"Oh, he does, does he?" laughed Parker. "Kind of a Ward McAllister, hey?"
Lawson, a little later, said, privately: "That was a bad break, Parker; you really must treat these head men with decent respect or they'll hoodoo you so you can't get any models. Two Horns is a gentleman, and you must at least equal him in reserve and dignity or he will report you a buffoon."
Parker, who had done his figures from models procured in Paris from Buffalo Bill's show, opened his eyes wide.