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"I will tell you then just how much obliged to you I am," and she smiled in a most friendly fashion. Wonota's smile was faint, but her black eyes seemed suddenly to sparkle. The man at the fence looked suspiciously from the white girls to the Indian maid, but he made no further comment as Wonota hastened away. "What do you know about that Indian girl?" demanded Jennie Stone excitedly.
Wonota is going off." The applause the Indian girl received was vociferous. Most of the spectators believed that the shooting of the glass ball out of the man's hand had been rehearsed and was one of Wonota's chief feats. Ruth and her friends had watched what had gone before too closely to make that mistake.
Hammond. It was light enough for us to see the men in that boat plainly. Just as sure as one of them was a Chinaman, the short, fat man was Horatio Bilby." "It doesn't seem possible that the fellow would chase away up here after us when he so signally failed down below. My lawyer tells me that he had no real authority from the Bureau of Indian Affairs to secure Wonota's services, after all."
It took some time for Ruth and her friends to realize that this return must be, because of the nature of things, postponed for many tiresome months. Before Tom Cameron was likely to be freed from the army, the matter of the Indian girl's engagement with the moving picture corporation must be completely settled at least, as far as Dakota Joe's claim upon Wonota's services went.
"What is the matter, Wonota?" the girl of the Red Mill asked. "There he is!" murmured the Indian girl, drawing herself up. "There who is?" was Ruth's demand. Then she saw the object of Wonota's anxiety, Dakota Joe stood under the portico of the hotel entrance. "He's waiting for us!" hissed Ruth. "Stop, girls! Don't get out." Helen and Jennie, over the heads of the others, saw the man.
"Leave it to me!" exclaimed Jennie Stone with confidence. "We shall have a dandy outfit, but Mame Jones will not either overcharge us or make Wonota's frock and lingerie too outré." "It win be fine!" declared Helen. "I believe it will," agreed the girl of the Red Mill. "It will be nothing less than a knock-out," crowed Jennie, slangily.
"I shouldn't want to work for that Dakota Joe," added Mercy Curtis. "Look at him!" Unable to make Wonota's expression of countenance change, the man, who was evidently angry with the Indian girl, struck the white pony sharply with his whip. The pony jumped, and some of the spectators, thinking it a part of the program, laughed.
"Let us go on to the automobile, girls," Ruth said, taking Wonota's hand. "We want to talk where nobody will overhear us." It was Mercy, when they arrived at Helen's car, who put the first question to the Indian maid: "Why didn't you shoot that man? I would have done so!" "Oh, hush, Mercy!" ejaculated Jennie Stone. "She will think you are quite a savage."
Hammond naturally looked at the commercial end of Wonota's improvement. Nor did Ruth overlook the chance the Osage maid had of becoming a money-earning star in the moving picture firmament. But she desired to help the girl to something better than mere money. Wonota responded to a marked degree to Ruth's efforts. She was naturally refined. The Indian is not by nature coarse and crude.
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