"Well, maybe it is now," confessed Billy. "That's because all the men are out on the ranches. But it livens up at night."
"I suppose they'll take us for tenderfeet," suggested Andy, with something like a sigh.
"Don't let that worry you," said Billy quickly. "I'll teach you the ropes, and they won't bother you if you keep still and don't try to get funny."
"Just remember that, Andy," said Frank, giving his brother a significant poke in the ribs.
"Oh, I'm no worse than you," retorted the younger lad; but, at the same time, he decided to be careful.
The train was slackening up now, ready for the stop. There were no other passengers preparing to get off the car where our friends were, save themselves.
"Not much travel out this way," commented Frank.
"No, this is rather the dull season. But I've seen as many as five persons get off a train at once," and Billy laughed to indicate that he was joking.
With a squeaking of the brakes the cars came to a standstill. Billy went out on the platform, at the same time remarking:
"There's Archie."