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Garis, Howard R. (Howard Roger), 1873-1962

"Curlytops at Uncle Frank's Ranch"

Anyhow we'll have to turn the Redmen
back to their reservation where they belong if we get any of them.
We'll just take my cattle and horses away, if we can, and tell the
Indians to go home and be good."
"Will they do it?" asked Daddy Martin.
"It's hard to say," answered Uncle Frank. "I'd like to make 'em stop
taking my animals, though. Well, I guess we'll start. We'll be back
as soon as we can."
So he rode off with his cowboys after the Indians. The cowboy who
had ridden in with the news went back with the others to show them
where he had last seen the cattle thieves.
He stopped at the ranch house long enough, though, to get something
to eat, and then rode away again. But he found time to talk a while
to the Curlytops.
"Where did you see the Indians?" Teddy asked while the cowboy was
eating and Uncle Frank and the others getting ready for the chase.
"Oh, I was giving my pony a drink at the spring in the rocks when I
saw the Indians across the prairie--field, I guess you'd call it back
East."
"Well, the prairies are big fields," observed Janet.
"So they are, Curly girl," laughed the cowboy. "Well, it was while I
was watering my horse that I saw the Indians."
"You mean at the spring in the rocks where Jan and I found Clipclap
in the cave?" Teddy asked.
"That's the place, Curlytop. I chased after them to see which way
they were driving off your Uncle Frank's cattle, but I saw they were
too many for me, so I came on back as fast as my horse would bring
me.


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