"Anyhow we've got to follow
the trail. That's what Baldy said."
"He doesn't know we came off alone, does he?" asked Janet
"No. I guess he wouldn't have let us if he did. But we won't have to
go very far, and then we'll catch up to the rest. Then they'll have
to take us with 'em."
"Yes," said Janet, and she rode along beside her brother.
Neither of the Curlytops stopped to think that their father, Uncle
Frank and the cowboys had started off early that morning, and must
have ridden on many miles ahead. The cowboys' horses, too, could go
faster than the ponies Star Pace and Clipclap, for the larger horses
had longer legs.
All Teddy and Janet thought of was hurrying along as fast as they
could go, in order to catch up to the Indian hunters. What would
happen after that they did not know.
All at once, as the Curlytops were riding along, they heard what
they thought was a whistle.
"Some one is calling us," said Janet, turning to look back. "Did you
hear that, Ted?"
"Yes, I heard a whistle. Maybe it's Uncle Frank, or some of the
cowboys."
The children looked across the prairie but could see no one. They
were about to go on again when the whistle sounded once more.
"That is some one calling us," declared Jan. "Let's see if we can't
find who it is, Teddy."
So the children looked around again, but no one was in sight, and,
what was still stranger, the whistling sound kept up.
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