"Yes, Uncle Frank's ranch does seem a safe place for them," Mr.
Martin answered. "Lots of 'down East' people think the West is a
dangerous place. Well, maybe it is in spots, but it is very nice
here."

On over the prairies rode Teddy and Janet. Now and then the little
girl would stop her pony and look back.

"What are you looking for?" Teddy asked. "Do you think Trouble is
following us?"

"No, but we mustn't go too far from the house. We must stay in sight
of it, mother said."

"Well, we will," promised Ted.

But, after a while, perhaps it was because it was so nice to ride
along on the ponies' backs, or because the little animals went faster
than Ted or Janet imagined--I don't know just how it did happen, but,
all at once, Jan looked back and gave a cry.

"Why, what's the matter, Jan?" asked Teddy.

"We--we're lost!" gasped the little girl. "I can't see Uncle Frank's
house anywhere!"

It was true enough. None of the ranch buildings were in sight, and
for a moment Ted, too, was frightened. Then as his pony moved on, a
little ahead of Jan's, the boy gave a cry of delight.