"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.

"I'll be glad when we get to Uncle Frank's ranch," said Janet as she
crawled into the berth above her mother, who slept with Trouble.

"So'll I," agreed Teddy, who climbed up the funny little ladder to
go to bed in the berth above his father. "I want a pony ride!"

On through the night rumbled and roared the train, the whistle
sounding mournfully in the darkness as the engineer blew it at the
crossings.

Ted and Janet were sleeping soundly, Janet dreaming she had a new
doll, dressed like an Indian papoose, or baby, while Ted dreamed he
was on a wild pony that wanted to roll over and over instead of
galloping straight on.

Suddenly there was a loud crash that sounded through the whole