Janet hardly knew what to make of this, but Teddy said:
"No, sir. This is our hair. It's fast to our heads and we've had it a long time."
"It was always curly this way," added Janet.
"Oh, was it? Well, then it can't be mine," said the cowboy with a laugh. "Mine was curly only when I was a baby, and that was a good many years ago. Are you going to live here?"
"We're going to stay all summer," Janet said. "Do you live here?"
"Well, yes; as much as anywhere."
"Could you show us where the Indians are that took Uncle Frank's ponies?" Teddy demanded.
"Wish I could!" exclaimed the cowboy. "If I knew, I'd go after 'em myself and get the ponies back. I guess those Indians are pretty far away from here by now."
"Do they hide?" asked Teddy.
"Yes, they may hide away among the hills and wait for a chance to sell the ponies they stole from your uncle. But don't worry your curly heads about Indians. Have a good time here. It seems good to see little children around a place like this."