They would soon go into the beds, or
berths, as they are called, to sleep all night. In the morning they
would be several hundred miles nearer Uncle Frank's ranch.
The electric lights were turned on, and then, for a while, Jan, Ted
and the others sat and talked.
They talked about the fun they had had when at Cherry Farm, of the
good times camping with grandpa and how they were snowed in, when
they wondered what had become of the strange lame boy who had called
at Mr. Martin's store one day.
"I wish Hal Chester could come out West with us" said Teddy, as the
porter came to tell them he would soon make up their beds. "He'd like
to hunt Indians with me."
Hal was a boy who had been cured of lameness at a Home for Crippled
Children, not far from Cherry Farm.
"I suppose you'll _dream_ of Indians," said Teddy's mother to
him. "You've _talked_ about them all day. But get ready for bed,
now. Traveling is tiresome for little folks."
Indeed after the first day Ted and Janet found it so. They wished,
more than once, that they could get out and run about, but they could
not except when the train stopped longer than usual in some big city.
Then their father would take them to the platform for a little run up
and down.
True they could walk up and down the aisle of the car, but this was
not much fun, as the coach swayed so they were tossed against the
sides of the seats and bruised.
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