"Well, if they do we'll have some fun, anyhow," said Teddy, laughing. "Gid-dap, Clipclap."
"It's a good thing we've two ponies instead of one goat," remarked Janet, after they had ridden on a little farther.
"Course it is," agreed Ted. "We couldn't both ride Nicknack, though he could pull us both in the wagon."
"Maybe he'd be afraid of Indians," suggested Janet.
"No, I don't guess he would," answered Teddy, after some reflection. "Nicknack's a brave goat. I like him. But I like Clipclap, too."
"And I like Star Face," added Janet "He's an awful nice pony."
On and on the ponies trotted, carrying the Curlytops farther and farther from the Ring Rosy Ranch house. But the children were not afraid. The sun was shining brightly, and they had often before ridden this far alone. They could look back at the ranch buildings when they got on top of the little hills with which the prairie was dotted, and they were not lonesome.
Off on either side they could see groups of horses or cattle that belonged to Uncle Frank, and Ted and Janet thought there must be cowboys with the herds.
"I'm going to get a drink when we get to the rocks," said Janet, as they came within sight of the pile of big stones.
"Yes. And we'll give the ponies some, too," agreed her brother. "I guess they're thirsty."