"But you'll have to be careful, Russ, how you go about it," he said.
"That's what I will," agreed the operator.
It was about a week after this that Russ, Paul, Alice, Ruth and Mr. DeVere were riding out toward the mesa to get some scenes in the foothills, the two girls, their father and Paul being scheduled to go through a little act by themselves.
As they passed under the shadow of the eminence Russ looked up and saw a thin wisp of smoke curling around the top.
"Look!" he exclaimed. "I wonder if the Indians can be there now, doing some of their snake ceremonies?"
"Let's have a look," suggested Paul. "We've got lots of time. I'd like to have a peep."
"I would too!" exclaimed Alice.
"Oh, Daddy, will it be safe?" asked Ruth, for she saw that her father seemed interested.
"There are so many of us, I think so," he replied. "We will try it, at all events. They can no more than tell us to go. I should very much like to see what they do, and perhaps I can get some of their weapons or musical instruments for my collection," for the actor had that fad. And then, though Ruth was a bit timid about it, they turned toward the elevated table land to see if the Indians were at their rites.