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"To Cowdon; to the cattle ranch," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "I have settled all the business here, and now we must go farther out West." "I'll be sorry to see you go," said the foreman, Bill Dayton, when told that the Bobbseys were going to leave. "I've enjoyed the children very much." "Did you ever have any of your own?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "No never did," was the answer.
"Not any, I guess," laughed Bert. "We'll find them when we get to Cowdon, where mother's ranch is." Before they knew it the Bobbsey twins had walked quite a little way along a path into the woods. They heard the sound of axes being used to chop down trees, and they were eager to see the lumbermen at work. "Oh, look at this big tree!" called Freddie to Bert. "Some one cut it almost down!"
"Are we going to the lumber tract first, or to the ranch?" asked Bert. "To where the big trees grow," answered his father. "The tract your mother is going to own is near a place called Lumberville. It is several hundred miles north and west of Chicago. We will stop off there, and go on later to the ranch. That is near a place called Cowdon." "What funny names," laughed Bert.
"Fill up, and let us have that glorious song from Lucrezia Borgia. Hey, Proctor!" cried Eugene. "That is poor fun without Vincent. He sings it equal to Vestvali. Fill up there, Munroe, and shake up Cowdon. Come, begin, and " He raised his glass with a disgusting oath, and was about to commence, when Munroe said stammeringly: "Where is Fred, anyhow? He is a devilish fine fellow for a frolic.
Proctor, who was too thoroughly inured to such excesses to feel it as sensibly as the remainder of the party, laughed brutally, and, kicking over a chair which stood in his way, grasped his host by the arm, and exclaimed: "Come out of this confounded room; it is as hot as a furnace; and let us have a ride to cool us. Come. Munroe and Cowdon must look after the others.
Bobbsey said to his wife and children: "We will get out soon." "Shall we be in Cowdon?" asked Bert. "At the ranch?" "No, not exactly at the ranch," his father told him. "But we'll reach the town of Cowdon, and from there we'll drive to the ranch, which is about ten miles from the railroad." "Oh, may I ride a pony out to the ranch?" cried Bert.
"Lumberville and Cowdon. You would think they were named after the trees and the cows." "I think they were," his father said. "Out West they take names that mean something, and Lumberville and Cowdon just describe the places they are named after."
Then we will go on to Lumberville. How long we shall stay there I do not know. But as soon as we can attend to the business and get matters in shape, we will go on to Cowdon." "That's the place I want to get to!" exclaimed Bert. "I want to see some Indians and cowboys." "There may not be any there," said his mother. "What! No cowboys on a ranch?" cried the boy. "Why, Mother!" exclaimed Nan.
Dawn looked in upon two sorrowing watchers beside that stupid slumberer, and showed that the physician's fears were realized; a raging fever had set in, and this night was but the commencement of long and weary vigils. About noon Beulah was crossing the hall with a bowl of ice in her hand, when someone at the door pronounced her name, and Proctor approached her, accompanied by Cowdon.
Now, if you're ready, we'll start." The train had gone on, after leaving the Bobbseys and their baggage. Into the wagon the twins were helped. Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey took their seats, the driver called to the horses and away they trotted. "Is Cowdon much of a town?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, as they drove along.
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