nd then
have crawled into the berth with the strange man. The latter was not
awakened until he had his queer dream about his pet dog, and then he
found Mun Bun.

"And just in time, too," said Uncle Fred, as they were all laughing
about it at breakfast the next morning. "I wouldn't have liked to get
all the passengers awake to find a lost boy. After this, Mun Bun, we'll
have to put a hobble on you."

"What's a hobble?" asked Russ.

"Is it an Indian?" Violet wanted to know. She was not going to let Russ
get ahead of her with questions.

"No, a hobble is something we put on horses to keep them from straying
away," said the ranchman. "It's a rope with which we tie them."

"Do horses walk in their sleep?" Violet, in wonder, asked.

"I don't believe so," answered Uncle Fred. "I never saw any, and we have
a lot out at Three Star."

"Why don't they?" asked Violet, after a pause.

"Why don't they what?" her uncle queried, for he had turned aside and
was talking to Daddy Bunker.

"Why don't horses walk in their sleep?" asked Violet. "Mun Bun walked in
his sleep, so why don't horses?"

"Oh, I guess they do enough walking and running in the day time," said
Mrs. Bunker. "They're glad enough to rest at night."

"I guess I'll make up a riddle about Mun Bun walking in his sleep, if I
can think of a good answer," announced Laddie.

"Do!" exclaimed Uncle Fred. "And save it for the cowboys out at my
ranch. They like riddles."

"Do they?" cried Laddie. "Then I'll ask them that one about what do the
tickets do when the conductor punches them. Nobody can tell me an answer
to that."

"Yes, that would be a good one for the cowboys," laughed Uncle Fred.
"Well, it won't be very long before we'll be there now."

The train sped on, and late that afternoon Moon City was reached. It was
a small town, but it had the name of being a city. The children did not
have much time to look about, as Uncle Fred was anxious to get them out
to the ranch.

So, with bags and trunks, the Bunkers were piled into a big four-seated
wagon, or buckboard, and the horses started off. Through the town they
went, and then out on the broad plains. In the distance were great
mountains and forests.

It was a drive of about ten miles to Three Star Ranch, and it was just
getting dusk when the place was reached.

"Welcome home, six little Bunkers!" cried Uncle Fred, as he jumped from
the wagon and began helping down his sister and the children. "Here we
a