Teddy pointed. His sister saw several men on horseback—at least that is what they looked like—coming toward them. Something about the figures seemed a bit strange to the children. Ted and Jan looked at one another and then back toward the ranch houses, which, they made sure, were not out of sight this time.
"Are they cowboys?" asked Jan of her brother.
"They—they don't just look like 'em," he said. "I mean like Uncle Frank's cowboys."
"That's what I thought," Janet added. "They look like they had blankets on—some of 'em."
She and Teddy sat on their ponies' backs and kept looking at the other figures. They were coming nearer, that was sure, and as they came closer it was more and more certain to the Curlytops that some of the strangers on the horses were wrapped in blankets.
"Oh, I know what they are!" suddenly cried Janet.
"What?"
"In—Indians!" faltered Janet. "Oh, Teddy, if they should be wild Indians!"
"Pooh!" exclaimed Teddy, trying to speak bravely. "Uncle Frank said there weren't any very wild Indians near his ranch."
"Maybe these ones wasn't near the ranch before, but they're coming near now," said Janet, so excited the words tumbled out all mixed-up like. "I'm going home!"