"That larger one is where all the exhibits are shown and where the contests take place, such as eating pan-cakes, shoveling coal, testing mining tools, and other tame games," explained John.
"Do they bust the bronchos there, too?" asked Eleanor.
"No, that, and the trick riding, is done out in the ring," replied Mr. Brewster.
While the men pitched the tents and carried the folding cots from the wagon, Sary unpacked her meager cooking outfit, and Mrs. Brewster arranged the hampers in a safe place in her tent. Eleanor and Polly stood watching the crowds of incoming ranchers drive by, all on the lookout for a good camping-site.
"I do hope the boys from Buffalo Park will be in time to find a place near us," whispered Polly.
"Yes, but it looks now, as if there wouldn't be an inch of room left after to-night," returned Eleanor.
Mr. Brewster then joined them. "Well, girls, want to go with me to have a look over the fair-grounds? To-morrow you will be escorted by younger chaps, I suppose; but they won't be able to explain things any better than I can."
"Oh yes, Daddy! Let's go," cried Polly, eagerly.
As it was all new to Eleanor, she also wanted to go, so the three found a way between the tents that had sprung up, since they drove in from the trail and had selected their own site.
Every one was merry and good-natured, and many a joke was exchanged between people who might be master and servant at home, but at the Celebration, they all were equals.