Bobbsey, as they drove along.
"No, not much more than you can see over there," and Dick Weston
pointed with his whip to a few houses and a store or two on the
prairie, about a mile from the railroad station. "We don't go through
it to get to Three Star ranch. We turn off to the north," and he drove
along the prairie road.
"Oh, look at that snake!" suddenly cried Bert, pointing to one that
wiggled and twisted across the road.
"Yes, and you want to look out for those snakes," said the driver.
"That's a rattler, and poisonous. Keep away from 'em!"
"Yes indeed they must!" said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Are there any other
dangers out here?"
"Well, not many, no, ma'am. And rattlers aren't to be feared if you
let 'em alone. Just keep clear of 'em. They'll run away from you
rather than fight."
Up and down little, rolling hills went the wagon, drawing the Bobbsey
twins. They dipped down into a hollow, and for a time nothing could be
seen but green fields.
"Where are the cows?" asked Nan.
"And the cowboys?" Bert wanted to know.
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