"Oh, I wish I could go!" sighed Teddy. "I'd like to be an Indian fighter."
"You'll have to grow a lot bigger," said his uncle, with a laugh.
Uncle Frank and some of the cowboys rode over the prairie, trying to find the stealing Indians, but they could not. Nor could they find the missing horses, either.
"It's a good thing Uncle Frank has lots of cattle," said Teddy that night when the cowboys came back to the ranch house, not having found the horse thieves. "If he didn't have he'd be poor when the Indians take his animals."
"He'll be poor if the Indians keep on the way they have been doing," said Aunt Millie. "I hope he can catch the bad men!"
Ted and Janet hoped so too, but they did not see how they could help, though Teddy wanted to. However he was kept near the house.
"Come on and see the bucking bronco, Curlytops!" called Uncle Frank to Teddy and Janet one day.
"What is it?" asked the little girl.
"A bucking bronco jumps up in the air with all four feet off the ground at once, and comes down as stiff as a board," explained Uncle Frank. "That isn't nice for the man that's in the saddle, though the cowboys know how to ride most bucking broncos, that are really sort of wild horses."
"I'd like to see 'em!" cried Teddy.