e 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. He was wrapped in a dirty blanket, but enough of
him could be seen to show that he was a Redman.

"Is that a _real_ Indian, Uncle Frank?" asked Teddy in great excitement.

"What? Him? Oh, yes, he's a real Indian all right. There's a lot of 'em
come down to the station to sell baskets and bead-work to the people who
go through on the trains."

"Is he a _tame_ Indian?" the little boy next wanted to know.

"Oh, he's 'tame' all right. Hi there, Running Horse!" called Uncle Frank
to the copper-faced man in the blanket, "sell many baskets to-day?"

"Um few. No good business," answered the Indian in a sort of grunt.

"Oh, do you know him?" asked Ted in surprise.

"Oh, yes. Running Horse often comes to the ranch when he's hungry.
There's a reservation of the Indians not far from our place. They won't
hurt you, Jan; don't be afraid," said Uncle Frank, as he saw that the
little girl kept close to Teddy.

"Was he wild once?" she asked timidly.

"Why, yes; I guess you might have called him a wild Indian once," her
uncle admitted. "He's pretty old and I shouldn't wonder but what he had
been on the warpath against the whit