They saw a dozen or more redmen and their squaws the following morning, at a station where they stopped for water.

But the Indians were so dirty that neither Jessie nor the others wanted to trade with them, although one Indian had a set of polished horns Roger admired very much.
"Never mind, we'll get some horns at Star Ranch," said Laura.

"The cowboys know how to polish them just as well as these Indians, and they'll sell their work just as cheaply, too." And this proved to be true.
They passed Livingston, which, as Dunston Porter told the young folks, was the transfer point for Yellowstone Park, and then continued on their way to Helena.

Here the young folks left the train, to continue their journey on a side line running northward.
"Sorry I am not going further with you," said Dunston Porter, as he kissed his niece and shook hands warmly with the others.

"I hope you get to the ranch in safety, and don't forget to send word to me at Spokane as well as to send word home." "And you'll be sure to come to the ranch for us in about a month ?" asked Laura.
"Yes, unless some special business detains me, and then I'll wire when I can come," was the reply, and then the train rolled off, Dunston Porter standing at the end, waving the boys and girls adieu.
"Now we have got to take care of ourselves," remarked the shipowner's son.