"And if we see any of Uncle Fred's cattle we'll make believe they are buffaloes and we'll lasso them," went on Russ.
"Yes, and we'll shoot 'em, too," declared Laddie.
"Only make believe, though!" exclaimed his brother. "I wouldn't want to shoot a cow really."
"No, I wouldn't either. But do Indians have guns, Russ?"
"Course they do. Didn't you hear Bill Johnson tell about how he saw a whole lot of Indians with guns?"
"Oh, yes. Then we'll be gun-Indians, and not the bow-and-arrow kind."
"Sure!" agreed Russ. "We'll get some sticks for guns."
They stopped on the edge of the woods to get sticks that would answer for guns. Then, after resting in the shade for a while, they rode on.
"Woo! Wah! Hoo!" suddenly yelled Russ.
"What's the matter?" asked Laddie, looking around at his brother, who was riding behind him. "What did you yell that way for?"