"There are the cowboys! There are the cowboys! I'm going to be one of
them!" cried Bert.
"Yes, there are the cowboys sure enough!" said Mr. Bobbsey.
"Will they shoot us?" asked Flossie.
"No they won't shoot anybody!" said the driver with a laugh. "They
only keep their revolvers--guns they call 'em--to drive the wolves
away from the cattle. This is only their way of having fun. They'll
soon stop."
"Oh, what fun to be a cowboy and shoot a pistol!" cried Bert, as he
saw the prancing horses. "I'm going to be one."
"You'll have to grow up a little bigger," said Dick Weston; "though
you're pretty good-sized now."
The Bobbsey twins and the Bobbsey grown-ups watched the cowboys as
they rode up on their "ponies", as the horses were called.
"Hi, there!" called the leading cowboy. "Are the Bobbsey twins there
in that outfit, Dick?"
"That's what!" answered the driver. "The Bobbsey twins are here! I've
got all four of 'em!"
"Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!" cheered the cowboys.
"How did they know our names?" asked Nan of her mother, as the cowboys
on their horses surrounded the wagon.
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