And the
reason they picked me up off the prairie was that I had wandered away
from my home and was lost. So the nice squaw kept me until one of the
Indian men had time to take me home."
"Then didn't the Indians hurt you?" asked Janet.
"Not a bit. They were very good to me," the cowboy said. "Some of
them knew my father and mother. That's the only time I was ever
captured by the Indians, and I'm afraid it wasn't very much of a
story."
"Oh, it was _very_ nice," said Teddy politely.
"And not a bit scary, except a little teeny bit at first," added
Janet. "Can you tell us another, Mr. Baldy?"
"Well, I guess I can," said the good-natured cowboy. So he told
other tales of what had happened to him on the prairies, for he had
lived in the West all his life, and knew much about it.
Teddy and Janet were very glad to hear these stories, but listening
to them made Ted, at least, wish all the more that he could have gone
with his father and his Uncle Frank on the trail after the Indians.
Then Baldy was called away by another cowboy, who wanted to ask him
something about a sick horse, and Teddy and Janet were called by
their mother to take care of Trouble for a while.
It was still morning, the cowboys having ridden away before dinner.
They had taken with them enough to eat, even if they had to stay out
all night.
"I wants a wide!" announced Trouble, when his brother and sister
came in to get him.
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