"What if I did?" answered Sammy, with perfect assurance.
"I suppose some of those cowboys will be pretty tough," guessed Bob.
"I shouldn't wonder," agreed Frank. "Maybe they'll shoot into the ground at our feet and make us dance."
"Huh, what would we be doing?" asked Bob, without the slightest idea of what they would be doing on such an occasion.
"We might disarm them," suggested Sammy, a little doubtfully. "Or one of us might keep on dancing while the others slipped behind the cowboys and snatched the pistols from their hands. That's been done many a time."
"I wouldn't like to be captured by Indians while we are out there," put in Bob. "I wouldn't like to have 'em tie me up to a tree and shoot arrows at me."
"We'll have to keep our eyes peeled," said Sammy. "If we see any signs of Indians we'll have to drop to the ground and wriggle our way like a snake until we can get near enough to hear what they are talking about. That's the way to do, I've heard."
"How about guns or pistols?" asked Frank. "Do you suppose our folks will let us have them?"
"Sure they will," said Bob, confidently.
"I'm pretty sure they won't," sighed Sammy. "My mother says I'm too young for the rifle I asked for not long ago. Huh!"