y of you. See all the work you have made for
Uncle Frank and his men."

"Horses run out when Trouble open gate," was the only reply Baby William
made.

"Yes, I know," went on his mother. "But it was wrong! You must never
again open any gates on Uncle Frank's ranch. Just think--the horses
might have stepped on you or kicked you!"

"We didn't see him near the gate or we'd have stopped him," put in
Teddy.

"That's true," added Janet. "The first we saw was the ponies going out,
and then we saw Trouble behind the gate."

"He didn't mean to be bad," said his mother, as she carried him back to
the house, "but he has made a lot of work. I'll have to punish him by
not letting him out to play for an hour or so. Then he'll remember not
to open gates again, whether he thinks he is helping horses or not."

And, though Trouble cried very hard, he was kept in the house. For, as
his mother had said, he must have something to make him remember not to
do such a thing again.

Meanwhile Uncle Frank and the cowboys were busy rounding up the runaway
ponies. The little horses, tired of being cooped up in the corral, raced
about, kicking up their heels and glad to be out on the prairie again.
But the cowboys knew how to handle them.

Around and around the drove of half-wild ponies rode the yelling and
shouting men, firing off many blank cartridges to scare the little
animals back into the corral.

Some of the ponies, frightened by the noise, did turn back. They ran up
to the corral gate, which was still open, and sniffed at the fence.
They may have said to themselves:

"We don't like it, being shut up in there, but maybe we'll have to go
back in, for we don't like being shouted at, and we don't like the
bang-bang noises like thunder."

But, even when some of the ponies had run back as far as the corral gate
they did not go in. Once again they turned around and would have
galloped across the prairie again. But Uncle Frank shouted:

"Get after them, boys! Drive those few in and the rest will follow after
like sheep! Get after them!"

So the cowboys rode up on their own swift ponies, that seemed to be
having a good time, and then the other ponies nearest the corral gate
were turned in through it. Then as the rest were driven up they did as
the first ones had done and galloped back where they had been before
Trouble let them out.

One after another the ponies ran back into the corral until every one
was there. Then Uncle Frank c