"Oh, won't that be fun!" cried Rose.
But when they reached the field where the ponies had been left a sad surprise awaited them. Neither of the two little creatures were to be seen, and there was no sign of Margy or the queer Indian carriage either.
"Oh, they—they're gone!" gasped Russ.
"And where's Margy?" asked Rose, holding the piece of pie in her hand.
"She's gone, too," said Russ. "Oh, dear!"
"Maybe the Indians came and took her," said Laddie.
"I don't see any Indians," and Russ shook his head.
"But maybe they rode off with her."
"Or maybe the bad men that took Uncle Fred's cattle came and took the ponies and Margy," said Rose. "Oh, what are we going to do?"