Another man stood behind a wooden counter upon which rested three walnut shells. "Triple your money," he chanted. "Pick the shell with the pea under it and triple your money." He lifted the center shell to reveal a green pea. "If you'd picked that one, friend, you'd have tripled your money." "What's that?" Cindy asked. "A game fools play," her father told her. "He holds the pea in his hand and cheats people." "That isn't very nice!" Cindy exclaimed. A wagon drawn by two small horses and piled high with prairie chickens, a wild game bird that is good to eat, lurched down the street. The driver called, "Fresh-shot prairie chickens for sale cheap!" Pete and Jed looked at the wagon with interest. "Where'd you get them?" Mr. Simpson called. "Shot 'em on the prairie, an' now I'm sellin' 'em. A body has to turn a penny somehow." "It's something to think about," Pete remarked. "It sure is," said Mr. Simpson. "If we run short of money, we can go hunting." "I'd like that!" Alec declared. Cindy shuddered. "I couldn't bear to kill them!" "Aw," Alec scoffed. "That's just like a girl!" They passed doctors', dentists', and more lawyers' offices. They saw a tent in which the _Plains City Enterprise_ had already been printed for a week. They marveled at stores and shops, and after a while they became tired. "Let's eat," Mr. Simpson suggested. "Good idea," Pete seconded. "Wonderful!" Cindy said. They walked back to Brown's Restaurant, seated themselves on a rough, wooden bench at a long, wooden table, and a waiter in a clean white apron came. "What'll it be, folks?" "What do you have?" Mr. Simpson asked. "Venison steak, potatoes, and coffee." "That's what we'll have." Cindy shivered suddenly. It was exciting to eat in a real restaurant, and venison steak would be a welcome change from what they'd been eating. Why should she feel so strangely uneasy? "Do you feel anything?" she whispered to Alec. "Hungry," Alec said. "Oh! I don't mean that!" "By gosh, Pete!" Their father sounded very happy. "We've come a long way in a short time! This afternoon we'll record. Tomorrow I'll bring Ann up." "I'll bet," said Pete, "that it'll be wonderful to have your wife with you." "I can hardly wait!" Cindy, who still felt uneasy, turned suddenly to see three men rising from a table behind them. Two, who looked like rogues, she had never seen before. The third, unmistakably, was Tom LaMott. Cindy nudged Alec in the ribs. "Look!" "What?" Alec asked. "The man with cat's eyes! And he heard every word we said!" "What of it?" "I don't like it!" Cindy exclaimed. "Cindy! For heavens' sake! He has a right to be here!" "I still don't like it!" "Maybe you don't like your dinner, either," said Alec, "but here it is." They did full justice to the venison steaks, potatoes with brown gravy, and mugs of hot coffee. Jed paid the bill, and they left. "Now to record!" Jed said cheerfully. "Then we can go home!" "Sure thing!" Pete agreed.