"I don't
see any, either. Maybe we got off at the wrong station, Mother."
"No, you're all right," laughed Mrs. Martin. "Didn't Uncle Frank
meet us and didn't Daddy tell us we'd have to drive to the ranch?"
"What's the matter now, Curlytops?" asked their father's uncle, as
the two men came back from having seen about the baggage, which had
arrived safely. "What are you two youngsters worrying about, Teddy
and Janet?"
"They're afraid we're at the wrong place because they can't see the
ranch," answered their mother.
"Oh, that's over among the hills," said Uncle Frank, waving his hand
toward some low hills that were at the foot of some high mountains.
"It wouldn't do," he went on, "to have a ranch too near a railroad
station. The trains might scare the horses and cattle. You will soon
be there, Curlytops. We'll begin to travel in a minute."
Ted and Janet settled themselves in the seat, where they were side
by side, and looked about them. Suddenly Janet clasped her brother by
the arm and exclaimed:
"Look, Ted! Look!"
"Where?" he asked.
"Right over there--by the station. It's an _Indian_!"
"A real one?" asked Teddy, who, at first, did not see where his
sister was pointing.
"He _looks_ like a real one," Janet answered. "He's _alive_, 'cause
he's moving!"
She snuggled closer to her brother. Then Teddy saw where Janet
pointed. A big man, whose face was the color of a copper cent, was
walking along the station platform.
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