The huts, which were really quite substantial wigwams, were apportioned among the prisoners. Ruth and Alice received the largest and best one, and their father had one by himself next to theirs. Paul and Russ "bunked" together, for Baldy said he wanted to be free to come and go as he liked.
"I'll have to be on the watch," he said.
"What's that big open place over there?" asked Russ, pointing to a level, sandy circle surrounded by small huts.
"That's where they have all the rites and ceremonies," explained Baldy.
"Then that's just what I want!" went on Russ, with enthusiasm. "I can poke a hole in the side of our hut, stick the lens of the camera through, and get moving pictures of the whole business. That will be great!"
"There is nothing but what seems to have some compensations," observed Alice, in her droll way.
Left to themselves, though doubtless they were closely watched by the Indians, the prisoners made ready for their stay. They had brought along a number of blankets, for they were to have been used in taking pictures of the scenes of one of the dramas. Now the coverings would come in very nicely if they were obliged to remain all night.
"Well, let's eat," suggested Baldy. "It's most noon, and I'm hungry."
"So am I," confessed Alice.
It was not a very "nice" meal, but it was very satisfying, and certainly everyone had a good appetite.