CHAPTER XVIII
AN INDIAN
"It's a cattle stampede!"
Before Russ and Laddie had a chance to think what this meant, though Uncle Fred had told them in his stories, each little boy felt himself caught up in strong arms, and set on a horse in front of a cowboy.
What had happened was that two of Uncle Fred's cowboys had ridden along when Russ and Laddie were at the spring, and, fearing the little lads might get into danger, they had taken them up on their saddles.
"Where are we going?" asked Laddie, undecided whether or not to cry.
"We are going home—that is, I'm going to take you home," said the cowboy, smiling down at Laddie. "Then we'll try to stop these cattle from running away."
"Are the cattle running away?" asked Russ of the cowboy who held him so firmly in front on his saddle.
"That's what they are, little man," was the answer. "Something frightened the steers, and they started to run. We've got to stop 'em, too!"
"Will they run far?" asked Russ.