"No, I don't see any Indians," answered Nan, who had looked out of a
window, after hurriedly getting dressed. "But I see a lot of the
cowboys."
"Oh, maybe they're going after the Indians!" exclaimed Bert. I'm going
to ask mother if I can go along!"
"I want to go, too, and get an Indian doll!" exclaimed Nan.
But when they went out into the main room, where their father and
mother were eating breakfast, and when the two Bobbsey twins had
begged to be allowed to go with the cowboys to see the Indians, Mr.
Bobbsey said: "This hasn't anything to do with Indians, Bert."
"What's it all about then?" asked the boy.
"It's the round-up," answered his father. "The cowboys are getting
ready for the half-yearly round-up, and that's what they're so excited
about."
"Oh, may I see the round-up?" begged Bert,
"What is it?" asked Nan. "What's a round-up?"
Before Mr. Bobbsey could answer Mr. Dayton, the foreman, came hurrying
into the room. He seemed quite excited.
"Excuse me for disturbing your breakfast," he said to Mr.
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