"I just guess I do!" she exclaimed. "I can ride good, too. Almost as good as you, Ted, and I don't see why we couldn't go!"
"Yes, you ride nice, Jan," said her brother. "But I thought you were afraid of Indians."
"I used to be, but I'm not any more. Anyway, if you'd stay with me I wouldn't be. And, anyhow, Uncle Frank says the Indians won't hurt us."
"Course they won't! I'm not afraid! I'd go on the trail after 'em if they'd let us."
"So would I. We could throw stones at 'em if they tried to hurt us, Teddy."
"Yes. Or we could ride our ponies fast and get away. Uncle Frank told me the Indians didn't have any good ponies, and that's why they took his."
"But we can't go," said Janet with a sigh.
"No; we've got to stay at home."
A little later a cowboy came limping out of the bunkhouse. His name was Sim Body, but all his friends called him "Baldy" because he had so little hair on his head.
"Hello, Curlytops!" cried Baldy in a jolly voice, for he was always good-natured. Even now he was jolly, though he had a lame foot where a horse had stepped on it. That is why he was not on the trail after the Indians with the other cowboys.