"Indians," answered Teddy, never turning around, for the train was
still in the wood and he did not want to miss any chance.

"Indians!" exclaimed his mother, "Why, what in the world put into
your head the idea that we should see Indians?"

"Well, Uncle Frank said there were Indians out West, even if they
weren't wild ones," answered Teddy, "and me and Jan wants to see
some."

"Oh, you won't find any Indians around _here_," said Daddy Martin with
a laugh, as he laid aside the paper he was reading. "It is true there
are some out West, but we are not there yet, and, if we were, you
would hardly find the Indians so near a railroad."

"Can't we ever see any?" Jan wanted to know. "I don't just like
Indians, 'cause they've always got a gun or a knife--I mean in
pictures," she hastened to add. "Course I never saw a real Indian,
'ceptin' maybe in a circus."

"You'll see some real ones after a while," her mother told her, and
then the children stopped pressing their noses flat against the car
windows, for the train had come out of the wood and was nearing a
large city. There, Jan and Ted felt sure, no Indians would be seen.

"But we'll keep watch," said Jan to her brother, "and maybe I'll see
an Indian first."

"And maybe I will! We'll both watch!" he agreed.