"Where's my lasso?" demanded Russ. "I had one on the train! Where is it, Mother? I want to lasso an Indian for Jerry Simms."
"Can't the cowboys help fight the Indians?" demanded Laddie, capering about in his excitement.
"Oh, look!" suddenly exclaimed Rose, and she pointed to a lot of men on horses coming around the corner of the big ranch house.
And as the children looked, these men again fired their big revolvers in the air, making such a racket that Mother Bunker covered her ears with her hands.
"Oh, here come the cowboys!" yelled Russ. "Now the Indians will run!"
"Let me see the cowboys! Let me see the cowboys!" cried Mun Bun. "Has they got any cows?"
Right up to where the six little Bunkers stood rode the cowboys on their horses, or "ponies," as they are more often called. Then the men suddenly pulled back on the reins, and up in the air on their hind legs stood the horses, the men clinging to their backs, swinging their big hats and yelling as loudly as they could.
"Oh, it's just like a circus!" cried Rose.
"Indeed it is," said her father. "More like a Wild West circus, I suppose."
"Did you get this show up for us, Fred?" asked Mother Bunker, when the cowboys had quieted down, and had ridden off to the corral, or place where they kept their horses.