"He started after you," said the ranchman, quite seriously now. "You sure the little fellow isn't anywhere about?"
He was so serious that Russ and Rose grew anxious too. The other little Bunkers just stared. Vi said:
"He's always getting lost—Mun Bun is. Why does he?"
"'Cause he's so little," suggested her twin. "Little things get lost easier than big things."
"That's sound doctrine," declared Cowboy Jack.
But he did not smile as he usually did when he was talking with the little Bunkers. He was gazing all around the fields in sight. He asked Russ:
"Which way did you come down here from the house, Son?"
Russ pointed. "Down across that lot where the bushes are all piled up."
"Come on," said Cowboy Jack. "We'd better look for him."
"Oh!" cried Margy suddenly, "you don't s'pose the Indians got him, do you?"