"And not a bit scary, except a little teeny bit at first," added Janet. "Can you tell us another, Mr. Baldy?"
"Well, I guess I can," said the good-natured cowboy. So he told other tales of what had happened to him on the prairies, for he had lived in the West all his life, and knew much about it.
Teddy and Janet were very glad to hear these stories, but listening to them made Ted, at least, wish all the more that he could have gone with his father and his Uncle Frank on the trail after the Indians.
Then Baldy was called away by another cowboy, who wanted to ask him something about a sick horse, and Teddy and Janet were called by their mother to take care of Trouble for a while.
It was still morning, the cowboys having ridden away before dinner. They had taken with them enough to eat, even if they had to stay out all night.
"I wants a wide!" announced Trouble, when his brother and sister came in to get him.
"Could we give him a little ride on our ponies?" asked Teddy of his mother.
"Yes, I think so. But don't go far away from the stable. Are any of the cowboys out there to help you saddle?"
Saddling, which meant buckling the leather seat tightly around the pony, was something Teddy and Janet could not yet do very well for themselves. It takes strong fingers to tighten the straps.
"Yes, Baldy is out there," Janet said.