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Garis, Howard R. (Howard Roger), 1873-1962

"Curlytops at Uncle Frank's Ranch"

Indeed one place looked as though it might be a cave. And as
Teddy and Janet were looking at this they heard a strange noise,
which came from among the rocks.
Both children stopped and stood perfectly still for a moment.
"Did you hear that?" asked Jan, clasping her brother's arm.
"Yes--I did," he answered.
"Did--did it sound like some one groaning?" she went on.
Teddy nodded his head to show that it had sounded that way to him.
Just then the noise came again.
"Oh!" exclaimed Janet, starting to run. "Maybe it's an Indian! Oh,
Teddy, come on!"


CHAPTER IX
THE SICK PONY

Teddy Martin did not run away as Jan started to leave the pile of
rocks from which the queer sound had come. Instead he stood still and
looked as hard as he could toward the hole among the stones--a hole
that looked a little like the cave on Star Island, but not so large.
"Come on, Teddy!" begged Janet. "Please cornel"
"I want to see what it is," he answered.
"Maybe it's something that--that'll bite you," suggested the little
girl. "Come on!"
Just then the noise sounded again. It certainly was a groan.
"There!" exclaimed Janet. "I _know_ it's an Indian, Ted! Maybe it's
one of the kind that took Uncle Frank's ponies. Oh, please come!"
She had run on a little way from the pile of rocks, but now she
stood still, waiting for Teddy to follow.
"Come on!" she begged.


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