"How tiny they look!" Elsie exclaimed, in a hushed voice, as though fearing to alarm and put them to flight. "They are small, but as night falls you will be amazed to discover how snug and homelike they can become." Two Horns came to meet them, and Parker cried out, "Hello! see the big Indian!" The chief greeted Lawson with a deep and hearty "Hah! Nawson--my friend. How! How!" And Lawson, with equal ceremony, replied, in Dakota: "I am well, my brother; how is it with you?" "My heart is warm towards you." Elsie gave him her hand, and he took it without embarrassment or awkwardness. "I know you; you make pictures," he said, in his own tongue. "Jerusalem, but he's a stunner!" said Parker. "Hello, old man! How you vass, ain't it?" and he clapped the old man on the shoulder. Two Horns looked at him keenly, and the smile faded from his face. "Huh! Big fool," he said to Lawson. "You mustn't talk to an Indian like that, Parker, if you expect to have his friendship," said Lawson. "Two Horns hates over-familiarity." "Oh, he does, does he?" laughed Parker. "Kind of a Ward McAllister, hey?" Lawson, a little later, said, privately: "That was a bad break, Parker; you really must treat these head men with decent respect or they'll hoodoo you so you can't get any models. Two Horns is a gentleman, and you must at least equal him in reserve and dignity or he will report you a buffoon." Parker, who had done his figures from models procured in Paris from Buffalo Bill's show, opened his eyes wide. "Lawson, you're joking!" "You'll find every word I tell you true. I advise you to set to work now and remove your bad impression from Two Horns, who is one of the three principal chiefs. You can't come out here and clap these people on the back and call 'em 'old hoss.' That will do in some of the stories you read, but realities are different. You'll find money won't command these people, either." "I thought they liked to be treated as equals?" "They do, but they don't like to have a stranger too free and easy. You haven't been introduced yet." While Crane's Voice attended to the teams, Jennie and Two Horns worked at getting supper. Their comradeship was charming to see, and the Parkers looked on with amazement. Two Horns, deft, attentive, careful, anticipated every want. Nothing could be finer than the perfectly cheerful assistance he rendered the pretty cook. His manner was like that of an elder brother rather than that of a servant. "I didn't suppose Indians ever worked around a camp, and especially with a woman," remarked Parker. "What you don't know about Indians is still a large volume, Parker," retorted Lawson. "If you stay around with this outfit for a few weeks you'll gather a great deal of information useful for a sculptor of redmen." Elsie took Lawson mildly to task for his sharp reply.