"Yes," he agreed, "we can do that. But he's a good way off."
"He's coming this way," Janet said, and it did look as though the man had turned his horse toward the children, who stood near the pile of rocks from which the queer noises came.
"Come on!" decided Ted, and, taking Janet's hand, he and she walked toward the man on the horse.
For some little time the two Curlytops tramped over the green, grassy prairies. They kept their eyes on the man, now and then looking back toward the rocks, for they did not want to lose sight either of them or of the horseman.
"I'm going to holler again," said Teddy. "Maybe he can hear me now. We're nearer."
So he stopped, and putting his hands to his mouth, as he had seen Uncle Frank do when he wanted to call to a cowboy who was down at a distant corral, the little boy called:
"Hi there, Mr. Man! Come here, please!"
But the man on the horse gave no sign that he had heard. As a matter of fact, he had not, being too far away, and the wind was blowing from him toward Teddy and Jan. If the wind had been blowing the other way it might have carried the voices of the children toward the man. But it did not.
Then Teddy made a discovery. He stopped, and, shading his eyes with his hands, said:
"Jan, that man's going away from us 'stid of coming toward us. He's getting littler all the while. And if he was coming to us he'd get bigger."