“Your children are taking it all in,” added Mr. Taylor, laughing.
“They don’t miss much,” admitted Mr. Martin.
By this time, with the Curlytops and Trouble in a place where they would have a good view, that part of the play in which the cowboys had a part began to be filmed.
One actor waved his hat and flapped it against the sides of his pony, starting it off at a fast gallop down the meadow. As he rode along the children could see cameras grinding away, taking pictures of this fast ride. Then, after the first man, rode a number of others. Now began a scene of great excitement, for the cowboys chasing after the one who had first ridden away began firing their big revolvers and shouting at the tops of their voices.
“My goodness!” cried Mrs. Martin, holding her hands over her ears at the sounds of shooting. “I hope they aren’t firing real bullets!”
“They’re only blank cartridges,” declared Teddy. “Aren’t they, Daddy!”
“Yes,” was the answer.
“Oh, look!” suddenly cried Jan. “One man fell off his horse!”
That actually happened to one of the riders chasing after the lone cowboy. Off his horse he rolled, tumbling over and over. The pony got up after the fall and walked about, beginning to eat grass as if nothing had happened. The cowboy, also, picked himself up and walked with a limp over to get back on his steed.
“I’m glad he wasn’t hurt,” said Mrs. Martin.