And off and away, over the plain, the two ponies galloped.
"They sure are two nice little boys," said Bill Johnson to Mrs. Bunker, as they watched Laddie and Russ ride away.
"Yes, they try to be good, though they do get into mischief now and then," answered the little boys' mother.
On and on rode Laddie and Russ, their ponies trotting over the grassy plain. The day was warm and sunny, and the two boys were having a grand time.
"I wish I was an Indian," said Russ, with a sigh, as he let his pony walk a way, for it seemed tired.
"I'd rather be a cowboy," said Laddie.
"But Indians can live in a tent," went on Russ. "And if they don't like it in one place they can take their tent to another place. If you're a cowboy and live in a house, like Uncle Fred's, you have to stay where the house is."
"Yes," said Laddie, after thinking it over a bit. "You have to do that. I guess maybe I'll be an Indian, too."
"Let's both make believe we're Indians now," proposed Russ.
"We'll pretend we're out hunting buffaloes," agreed Laddie.