“Look, they’re going to take cowboy pictures now!” cried Ted, as he saw some camera men approaching a group of the horsemen. And the cowboys, who had been idly talking, now leaped to their saddles as if to be in readiness for something.
“Yes,” remarked Mr. Martin, as he glanced across the meadow, nodding to several Cresco men whom he knew, “I think they have finished filming the drowning lady for the present. She may put on dry clothes and take part in some other part of the play. Now we’ll watch the cowboys. They’ll make it lively, I think.”
“Have we time to stay here and watch this?” asked Mrs. Martin, as she followed her husband and the children from the auto out over the green meadow.
“Oh, yes,” he answered. “We are off on a pleasure tour, you know, and this is giving the children as much pleasure as anything we could let them see. It is educational, too, and this seems like a company of nice people.”
“Will it be safe to leave the car?” went on his wife.
“Oh, surely!” laughed Mr. Martin. “No one will run away with it. There are police here,” and he pointed to some of the Cresco force that had gathered to keep order while moving pictures were being taken. “Besides, I’ll lock it; then it will be safe.”
This he did, and then he took the Curlytops, his wife, and Trouble over where they would have a good view of what the cowboys were about to enact.
“What company is this?” asked Mr. Martin of Mr. Taylor, the feed merchant.
“Oh, it’s one that makes funny films,” was the answer. “Comedies, you know. They have a studio in Mansfield, but they’re out here just for the day. Quite a sight, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s interesting,” admitted Mr. Martin.