The joke had to be told when the three friends retired that night, and it was perhaps fortunate that Jennie Stone possessed an equable disposition.
"I am the b.u.t.t of everybody"s joke," she said, complacently. "That is what makes me so popular. You see, you skinny girls are scarcely noticed. It is me the men-folk give their attention to."
"Isn"t it nice to be so perfectly satisfied with one"s self?" observed Helen, scornfully. "Come on, Ruthie! Let"s sleep on that."
There were other topics to excite the friends in the morning, even before the company got away for the "location." Mail which had followed them across the continent was brought up from the post-office to the special car. Helen and Ruth were both delighted to receive letters from Captain Tom.
In the one to Ruth the young man acknowledged the receipt of her letter bearing on the matter of Chief Totantora. He said that news of the captured Wild West performers had drifted through the lines long before the armistice, and that he had now set in motion an inquiry which might yield some important news of the missing Osage chieftain--if he was yet alive--before many weeks. As for his own return, Tom could not then state anything with certainty.
"n.o.body seems to know," he wrote. "It is all on the knees of the G.o.ds--and a badgered War Department. But perhaps I shall be with you, dear Ruth, before long."
Ruth did not show her letter to her girl friends. Jennie had received no news from Henri, and this disaster troubled her more than her bruised flesh. She went around with a sober face for at least an hour--which was a long time for Jennie Stone to be morose.
William, the driver who had handled the emigrant wagon the day before, came along as the men were saddling the ponies for the ride out to the ranch. He had an open letter in his hand that he had evidently just received.
"Say!" he drawled, "didn"t I hear something about you taking this Injun gal away from Dakota Joe"s show? Ain"t that so, Miss Fielding?"
"Her contract with that man ran out and Mr. Hammond hired her," Ruth explained.
"And that left the show flat in Chicago?" pursued William.
"It was in Chicago the last we saw of it," agreed Ruth. "But Wonota had left Dakota Joe"s employ long before that--while the show was in New England."
"Wal, I don"t know how that is," said William. "I got a letter from a friend of mine that"s been ridin" with Dakota Joe. He says the show"s done busted and Joe lays it to his losing this Injun gal. Joe"s a mighty mean man. He threatens to come out here and bust up this whole company,"
and William grinned.
"You want to tell Mr. Hammond that," said Ruth, shortly.
"I did," chuckled William. "But he don"t seem impressed none. However, Miss Fielding, I want to say that Dakota Joe has done some mighty mean tricks in his day. Everybody knows him around here--yes, ma"am! If he comes here, better keep your eyes open."
CHAPTER XVII
THE PROLOGUE IS FINISHED
"We must do something very nice for Wonota," Helen Cameron said seriously. "She has twice within a few hours come to our succor. I feel that we might all three have been seriously injured had she not turned the mules yesterday, and frightened off those mad horses on the trail last evening."
""Seriously injured," forsooth!" grumbled Jennie Stone. "What do you mean? Didn"t I show you my bruises? I was seriously injured as it was!
But I admit I feel grateful--heartily grateful--to our Indian princess.
I might have suffered broken bones in addition to bruised flesh."
"We could not reward her," Ruth Fielding said decidedly. "I would not hurt her feelings for the world."
"We can do something nice for her, without labeling it a reward, I should hope," Helen Cameron replied. "I know what I would like to do."
"What is that?" asked Jennie, quickly.
"You remember when they dressed Wonota up in that evening frock there in New York? To take the ballroom picture, I mean?"
"Indeed, yes!" cried Jennie Stone. And she looked too sweet for anything."
"She is a pretty girl," agreed Ruth.
"I saw her preening before the mirror," said Helen, smiling. "That she is an Indian girl doesn"t make her different from the other daughters of Eve."
"Somebody has said that the fashion-chasing women must be daughters of Lilith," put in Jennie.
"Never mind. Wonota likes pretty frocks. You could see that easily enough. And although some of the Osage girls may follow the fashions in the mail order catalogs, I believe Wonota has been brought up very simply. "Old-fashioned," you may say."
"Fancy!" responded Jennie. "An old-fashioned" Indian."
"I think Helen is right," said Ruth, quietly. "Wonota would like to have pretty clothes, I am sure."
"Then," said Helen, with more animation, "let us chip in--all three of us--and purchase the very nicest kind of an outfit for Wonota--a real party dress and "all the fixin"s," girls! What say?"
"I vote "Aye!"" agreed Jennie.
"The thought is worthy of you, Helen," said Ruth proudly. "You always do have the nicest ideas. And I am sure it will please Wonota to be dressed as were some of the girls we saw in the audiences at the theatres we took her to."
"But!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jennie Stone, "we can"t possibly get that sort of clothes out of a mail-order catalog."
"I know just what we can do, Jennie. There is your very own dressmaker--that Madame Jone you took me to."
"Oh! Sure! Mame Jones, you mean!" cried the fleshy girl with enthusiasm.
"Aunt Kate has known Mame since she worked as an apprentice with some Fifth Avenue firm. Now Madame Jone goes to Paris--when there is no war on--twice a year. She will do anything I ask her to."
"That is exactly what I mean," Helen said. "It must be somebody who will take an interest in Wonota. Send your Madame Jone a photograph of Wonota--"
"Several of them," exclaimed Ruth, interested as well, although personally she did not care so much for style as her chums. "Let the dressmaker get a complete idea of what Wonota looks like."
"And the necessary measurements," Helen said. "Give her _carte blanche_ as to goods and cost--"
"Would that be wise?" interposed the more cautious Ruth.
"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 _outre_."
"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.