Soon it grew so dark, because it was getting to be late
afternoon and because of the rain clouds, that the children could not
see in the least where they were going.
"Oh, Bert, maybe we are lost!" said Nan, with almost a sob as she
guided her pony up beside that of her brother.
"Oh, I don't guess we are exactly _lost_," he said. "The ponies
know their way back to the ranch houses, even if we don't."
"Do you think so?" Nan asked.
"Yes, Mr. Dayton told me if ever I didn't know which way to go, just
to let the reins rest loose on the horse's neck, and he'd take me
home."
"We'll do that!" decided Nan.
But whether the ponies did not know their way, or whether the ranch
buildings were farther off than either Bert or Nan imagined, the
children did not know. All they knew was that they were out in the
rain, and they did not seem to be able to get to any shelter. There
were no trees on the prairies about Three Star ranch, as there were in
the woods at Lumberville.
"Oh, Bert, what shall we do?" cried Nan.
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