"
"We're from Three Star ranch," explained Bert.
"Oh, so you live on a ranch," said the man. "Well, I'm looking for a
ranch myself."
"We don't exactly live on a ranch," went on Bert. "But it's my
mother's, and we came out West to see it. Before that we were at a
lumber camp."
"My! you are doing some traveling," exclaimed the man, who was rubbing
the velvet nose of the pony. "Are these some of your friends coming?"
he asked, looking down the road.
The Bobbsey twins turned and looked, and saw their father and mother
and the foreman hurrying along. When the father and mother saw that
the pony had been stopped and that the children were safe, they were
no longer frightened.
"He stopped the pony for us," explained Bert, pointing to the stranger
who had mounted his horse as Mr. Weston took hold of the pony's
bridle, so it would not try to run away again.
"You appeared just in time," said Mr. Bobbsey to the strange man. "The
children might have been hurt, only for you."
"Well, I'm glad I could stop the runaway," was the answer.
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