The cars were about half filled with miners and cattlemen, and a sprinkling of hunters and sightseers, and the boys and girls overheard a good deal of talk about steers and horses, mines and new discoveries, and about the outlook for hunting and fishing.
"Why, Mr.Todd, is that you!" cried Laura, suddenly, as a cowboy was passing through the car where she sat.
"It sure is me, Miss Porter," answered the cowboy, coming to a halt with a broad grin on his weatherbeaten face.

"Must be you are on your way to the ranch," he added.
"We are," answered Laura.

"I am glad to see you." She held out her hand, which the cowboy took very gingerly, removing his sombrero at the same time.

"This is my friend, Miss Wadsworth, and this is my brother, Dave, and his two school friends, Mr.Morr and Mr.Lawrence.This is Mr.
Sidney Todd, Mr.Endicott's head man," she explained.
"Just Sid Todd, miss, that's good enough for me," said the cowboy, as the others shook hands with him, one after the other.

"I ain't used to no handle, I ain't.