"Oh, they don't come so close to the railroad," her father explained.
"You'll see them when you get to the ranch."
Then the train reached the small station, as I have said. It seemed to
be very lonesome. There were no other buildings near it--only a water
tank, and there was not an Indian in sight. At first Bert thought
there was not even a cowboy, but when he saw a man sitting on the seat
of a wagon with some horses hitched in front--horses that had queer,
rough marks on their flanks--Bert cried:
"Oh, say! I guess he's a cowboy!" and he pointed to the driver.
"He hasn't any cow!" exclaimed Flossie, and she wondered why the man
in the wagon laughed.
"No, I haven't any cows with me," he said; "but if this is the Bobbsey
family I can take you to a place where you will see lots of cattle."
"We are the Bobbseys," said the children's father, walking over to the
man in the wagon, "Are you from Three Star ranch?"
"That's where I'm from. I'm in charge, for the time being, but I can't
stay much longer.
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