"Look, Ted! Look!"

"Where?" he asked.

"Right over there--by the station. It's an _Indian_!"

"A real one?" asked Teddy, who, at first, did not see where his
sister was pointing.

"He _looks_ like a real one," Janet answered. "He's _alive_, 'cause
he's moving!"

She snuggled closer to her brother. Then Teddy saw where Janet
pointed. A big man, whose face was the color of a copper cent, was
walking along the station platform. He was wrapped in a dirty
blanket, but enough of him could be seen to show that he was a Redman.

"Is that a _real_ Indian, Uncle Frank?" asked Teddy in great
excitement.

"What? Him? Oh, yes, he's a real Indian all right. There's a lot of
'em come down to the station to sell baskets and beadwork to the
people who go through on the trains."

"Is he a _tame_ Indian?" the little boy next wanted to know.

"Oh, he's 'tame' all right. Hi there, Running Horse!" called Uncle
Frank to the copper-faced man in the blanket, "sell many baskets to-day?"

"Um few. No good business," answered the Indian in a sort of grunt.