"Didn't you ever see moving pictures?"
"What heem?" the Indian asked again.
Jack described the moving picture as well as he was able, but it was evident that the Indian did not get a very good idea of what he was talking about.
CHAPTER VII.
A NEW KIND OF BED-ROOM.
It was shortly after noon the following day when they reached the town of Red Shirt. The half dozen or so log cabins were huddled closely together at the foot of a fairly high mountain and the first person they saw, a huge bulk of a man with a thick shaggy red beard, wore a shirt of the brightest red.
"That must be the shirt," Jack whispered to Bob.
"It's red enough anyway," Bob whispered back.
The man was standing on the porch of the largest of the cabins which, somewhat to the boy's surprise, proved to be a store well stocked with goods.
"Howdy," he greeted them as they came to a stop an front of the store.