the wagon 'stead of only two. It will blow
three of us."

"We'll try it," agreed Russ. "Come on, Vi and Rose. I'll give you two a
ride at the same time."

It was rather a tight squeeze to get the three children in the wagon,
but it was managed. Laddie shoved them off and away they went.

The wind blew harder and harder, and, all of a sudden, as Russ steered
out of the way of a stone, there came a sudden puff, and--over went the
wind wagon, spilling out Rose, Violet and "Captain Russ" himself. The
mast broke off close to where it was fastened to the toy wagon, and the
sail became tangled in the arms and legs of the children.

"My goodness!" cried Captain Roy, who came along just in time to see the
accident, which happened a little way from the ranch house. "Any of the
six little Bunkers hurt?"

"There's only three of us in the wagon," said Russ, as he crawled out.
"I'm not hurt. Are you, Rose?"

"No," she answered, laughing. "But where's Vi?"

"Here I am," answered the little girl, as she crawled out from under the
wagon, which had upset. "And I don't like that way of stopping at all,
Russ Bunker! I like to stop easy!"

"So do I," said Russ. "I didn't mean to do that. The wind was too strong
for us. Now the wagon is busted."

It was indeed broken, and, as the wind blew harder than before, Daddy
Bunker said it would not be best to use the wind wagon any more, even if
it had not been smashed. So the toy was turned right side up, the broken
mast and sail put in it and Russ and Laddie took it to the barn.

"We'll fix it up again to-morrow," said Russ.

The children had other fun the rest of that day, and in the evening they
all had pony rides. And this time Margy was not given a ride in the
Indian carriage and left asleep. She had her own pony to ride on.

The next day, when dinner was about to be served, Uncle Fred came in
looking rather thoughtful.

"Has anything happened?" asked Mother Bunker.

"Yes," he answered. "Some more of my cattle have been taken. I thought
this would happen after the spring started to go dry. I wish I could
find out what it all means--why the water runs out of the spring, and
who is taking my cattle."

"I wish we could help," said Daddy Bunker. "But we don't seem able to.
The engineers you asked about it don't seem to know what makes your
spring go dry; the books tell nothing about it, and we can't find any of
your lost cattle. I'm afraid we Bunkers aren't helping any."

"Well,