"I don't like my hair," grumbled Teddy. "It's always getting snarled
and the comb gets stuck in it."
"And it does in mine, too," added Janet. "And mother pulls when she
tries to untangle it. Mine's longer than Ted's."
"Yes, and nicer, for that reason," went on Baldy. "Though I'd be
glad if I had even half of yours, Teddy. But never mind about that. I
won't take your hair, though I'd like to know what makes you both so
gloomy-like. Can't you smile?"
Ted and Janet could not help laughing at Baldy, he seemed so funny.
He was a good friend of theirs.
"We can't go on the trail after Indians," said Janet. "We want to
go, but we've got to stay here."
"And we can ride our ponies good, too," went on Teddy. "Uncle Frank
said we could."
"Yes, you're getting to be pretty good riders," admitted Baldy. "But
that isn't saying you're big enough to go on a trail after Indians.
Of course these Indians may not be very bad, and maybe they aren't
the ones that took our horses. But riding on a trail takes a long
while, and maybe the boys will be out all night in the open. You
wouldn't like that."
"We went camping with our grandpa once," declared Teddy.
"And we slept in a tent," added his sister.
"And we saw a funny blue light and we thought it was a ghost but it
wasn't," continued Teddy.
"Hum! A ghost, eh?" laughed Baldy. "Well, I've never been on a trail
after one of them, but I've trailed Indians--and helped catch 'em,
too.
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