He raised himself in the stirrups and looked across the prairies, shading his eyes with his hand the way he had seen some of the cowboys do. Nothing was in sight.
"Come on, Jan, we'll go back," he said.
Clipclap and Star Face were turned around. Once more off trotted the little ponies with the Curlytops on their backs.
The shadows grew longer. It was not so bright and nice on the prairies now. Janet kept close to Teddy. At last she asked:
"Do you see the rocks?"
"Not yet," her brother answered. "But we'll soon be there."
They did not reach them, however. On and on they rode. The sun went down behind a bank of clouds.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Janet, "I don't like this," and her voice sounded as if she were going to cry.
"We'll soon be back at the rocks, and then I know the way home," said Teddy, as bravely as he could.
But they did not reach the rocks. Up the hollows and across the hills they rode, over the broad prairies, but no rocks did they see. At last the ponies began to go more slowly, for they were tired. It grew darker. Ted looked anxiously about. Janet spoke softly to him.