brother, for Clipclap still felt a little weak, now and then, from
his illness.

One day a cowboy came in, riding hard from a far-off part of the
ranch.

"I guess something is the matter, Jan," said Teddy, as they saw the
horseman gallop past.

"What?" she asked as they noticed him talking to the foreman.

"Maybe he's found the Indians that took Uncle Frank's horses," her
brother answered.

The children drew near enough to hear what the cowboy and the
foreman were talking about.

"More horses gone!" exclaimed Jim Mason. "Well, we'll surely have to
get after those Indians; that's all there is about it!"

"More horses stolen?" asked Daddy Martin, coming out just then.

"Yes," answered Jim Mason. "A lot of good ones. I guess more Indians
must have run away from the reservation. We'll have to hunt them
down!"

"Oh, I wish I could go!" sighed Teddy. "I'd like to be an Indian
fighter."

"You'll have to grow a lot bigger," said his uncle, with a laugh.