“Oh, he did that on purpose!” said Ted.
“I guess he did,” Mr. Martin agreed. “They want to make the picture look as natural as possible, so often the riders fall off on purpose.”
“I should think they’d be hurt,” observed the mother of the Curlytops.
“Cowboys know how to fall,” said Ted. “Maybe I’m going to be a cowboy when I grow up, and ride a bucking bronco.”
“An’ maybe I’ll ride a nellifunt!” declared Trouble.
After an exciting chase, which was all taken in by the cameras, the cowboys quieted down. This seemed to be the end of making pictures for that time and in that place. The actors and actresses hurried to waiting automobiles, and the camera men began taking the long-legged tripods from their machines.
“You picked a good spot to leave your car, Mr. Martin,” said Mr. Taylor, as the family was walking back to resume their tour.
“What do you mean?”
“Your machine is right next to that of Harry Portnay, the actor. That’s his car there,” and Mr. Taylor pointed. “He’s getting into it now. His car is the same make as yours and the same kind.”
“Oh, is that Mr. Portnay?” exclaimed Mrs. Martin. “I’ve often seen him in the films. How interesting! He was one of the cowboys, wasn’t he?”