cowboys were with them.

"After a while maybe I'll learn how to ride so I can go off with you
and help get the Indians that stole your horses. Do you think I can,
Uncle Frank?" asked Teddy one day.

"Well, maybe, Curlytop. We surely must find those Indians, for I
don't like to lose all those horses. As soon as I get some of my work
done I'll have another look for them."

And then, a few days later, more bad news came to Uncle Frank. With
his cowboys he was getting some cattle ready to ship away to a
distant city, from where they were to be sent still farther away in a
train of cattle cars, when a cowboy, who seemed much excited, came
riding up to the corral.

He looked very tired and warm, for the weather was hot, and his
horse was covered with flecks of foam, as though it had been ridden
hard and far.

"What's the matter, Henry?" asked Uncle Frank.

"Indian thieves!" was the answer. "A band of the Indians have run
away with a lot of your best cattle!"

"They have?" cried Uncle Frank. "How do you know?"

"I saw 'em, and I chased 'em. But they got away from me. Maybe if we
start right out now we can catch 'em and get back the cattle."