"Well, I would like to go," he said.
"Could I go if I knew how to ride a pony, Uncle Frank?"
"Well, I don't know. I'm afraid you're too little. But, speaking of riding a pony, to-morrow I'll have one of the cowboys start in to teach you and Janet to ride. Now I guess I'll have to go see this Henry Jensen and ask him about the Indians and my stolen ponies."
"I hope he gets them back," said Teddy to his sister.
"So do I," she agreed. "And I hope those Indians don't come here."
"Pooh! they're tame Indians!" exclaimed Teddy.
"They must be kind of wild when they steal ponies," Janet said.
A little later the Curlytops and Trouble went to bed, for they had been up early that day. They fell asleep almost at once, even though their bed was not moving along in a railroad train, as it had been the last three or four nights.
"Did Uncle Frank find his ponies?" asked Teddy the next morning at the breakfast table.
"No, Curlytop," answered Aunt Millie. "He and some of the cowboys have gone over to the field where the ponies were kept to see if they can get any news of them."