"Well, now the excitement is over, we can go back to the spring. I presume the other children will be wondering what has happened."
So back they went to where Laddie, Rose and the others were waiting.
"Did you get him?" asked Laddie eagerly, when he saw Russ.
"No, he got me," was the answer. "I guess we won't play Wild West any more. We'll be Indians and not cowboys. Indians don't have to lasso buffaloes, do they, Uncle Fred."
"No, Indians have it sort of easy out here on their reservation," said Mr. Bell with a laugh. "I guess it will be safer for you boys to be Indians."
"That'll be fun too," agreed Russ.
"But we must have some feathers for our heads," said Laddie.
"We can get them in the chicken yard," returned Russ.
"Did the calf bite you?" asked Violet, and she looked at Russ as if to make sure he was all there.
"No, he didn't bite, but he almost stepped on me. You ought to have seen me flying around the field on the end of the rope. I couldn't get it loose," and Russ explained how it had happened.