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Then, as the moon shone down on what was in the blanket, the Curlytops gave a cry of delight, which startled even the ponies. "It's something to eat!" cried Teddy. "And to drink!" added Janet, as she picked up the canvas-covered canteen, or water bottle, such as soldiers carry. By shaking it she knew it was full of water. "Say, this is good luck!" cried Teddy.
"Yes, that's easy," Janet said. So they rode on and on. Of course the Curlytops ought not to have done what they did, but they did not think, any more than Trouble thought when he opened the corral gate and let out the ponies. But the sun did not stay high in the sky all the afternoon.
"He might pull you all across the lake," Janet said. "I'd like that. Come on, we'll have a race." "All right, Ted." The Curlytops began paddling their box-boats about the cove once more. Ted won the race, being older and stronger than Janet, but she did very well.
Reaching the top of one hill, larger than the others, Uncle Frank pointed off in the distance and said: "There's Circle O Ranch, Curlytops, or, as Jan has named it, Ring Rosy Ranch. We'll be there in a little while." The children looked. They saw, off on the prairie, a number of low, red buildings standing close together. Beyond the buildings were big fields, in which were many small dots.
The candy was not a gift after all, but Trouble did not know that. However, it all came out right in the end. They had been traveling two days, and now, toward evening of the second day, the Curlytops were talking together about what they would do when they got to Uncle Frank's ranch. "I hope they have lots to eat there," sighed Ted, when he and Jan had gotten off the subject of Indians.
But the Curlytops could not be sure he would keep his promise. He might for a time, while he remembered what had happened to him. With a crooked stick Teddy managed to fish up the pail after two or three trials. Then, filling it with water from the spring, he carried it back to camp, while Jan led the wet and dripping Trouble. "Oh, my goodness!
You see," went on Uncle Frank, speaking to Daddy and Mother Martin as well as to the Curlytops, "the Indians are kept on what is called a 'reservation' That is, the government gives them certain land for their own and they are told they must stay there, though once in a while some of them come off to sell blankets and bark-work at the railroad stations.
Baby William had, somehow, found his way to the "gold mine," and pretending the pile of sand was a mountain had led Nicknack up it. Then had come the slide down into the big hole which Hal and the Curlytops had dug. If it had not been for Mr. Sander appearing when he did, poor Nicknack might have died. "But, Trouble.
The ragged man set Trouble down on a rock near the spring, and then, waving his hand to Ted and Jan, he cried: "He's all right swallowed hardly any water. Take him home as soon as you can, though. I haven't time to stop have to go to see the professor!" With that the man seemed to dive in between some high bushes, and the Curlytops could not see him any more.
After supper the Curlytops and the others sat out on the broad porch of the ranch house. Off to one side were the other buildings, some where the farming tools were kept, for Uncle Frank raised some grain as well as cattle, and some where the cowboys lived, as well as others where they stabled their horses.
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