"They said
they lived on a ranch around here."
"Yes, the Three Star," said Mr. Weston. "You look like a cattleman
yourself," he added.
"I am," said the man. "My name is Charles Dayton, and I am looking for
a place to work. I was foreman at the Bar X ranch until that outfit
was sold. I've been looking for a place ever since."
"The Bar X!" cried Mr. Weston. "I know some of the cowboys over there.
And so you are looking for a place as foreman. Why, this is strange.
Mrs. Bobbsey here, the owner of Three Star, is looking for a foreman.
I'm going to leave."
"Well, I would be very glad to work for Mrs. Bobbsey at Three Star,"
said Mr. Dayton.
"Are you any relation to a Bill Dayton?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, while Bert
and Nan listened for the answer. Flossie and Freddie were out of the
cart now, gathering prairie flowers, and did not pay much attention to
the talk.
"Bill Dayton is my brother," answered Charles Dayton. "But I did not
know he was around here. The last I heard of him he was in the lumber
business.
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