"If we ride after them," said the cowboy, "maybe we can find where
the other Indians are, and where they have hidden your horses and
cattle, Mr. Barton."
"That's it!" exclaimed Uncle Frank. "We'll get on the trail after
these Indians. I'm sure they must have some of my animals hidden away
in the hills, for I would have heard of it if they had sold them
around here. We'll get on the trail!"
"What's the trail, Daddy?" asked Teddy of his father.
"Oh, it means the marks the Indians' ponies may have left in the
soft ground," said Mr. Martin. "Uncle Frank and his cowboys will try
to trail, or follow, the marks of the horses' feet, and see where the
Indians have gone."
"Can't I come?" asked Teddy. "I can ride good now!"
"Oh, no indeed you can't go!" cried Mother Martin. "Are you going?"
she asked her husband.
"Yes," he answered. "I think I'll go on the trail with Uncle Frank."
CHAPTER XVII
THE CURLYTOPS ALONE
Teddy and Janet sat on a bench outside the cowboys' bunkhouse, as
their father, Uncle Frank and a number of the ranchmen rode away over
the prairies on the trail of the Indians. The Curlytops did not seem
very happy.
"Don't you wish _we_ could go, Jan?" asked Teddy, after he and his
sister had sat in silence for some time.
"I just guess I _do_!" she exclaimed. "I can ride good, too. Almost as
good as you, Ted, and I don't see why we couldn't go!"
"Yes, you ride nice, Jan," said her brother.
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