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

"Curlytops at Uncle Frank's Ranch"

If the wind had been blowing the other
way it might have carried the voices of the children toward the man.
But it did not.
Then Teddy made a discovery. He stopped, and, shading his eyes with
his hands, said:
"Jan, that man's going away from us 'stid of coming toward us. He's
getting littler all the while. And if he was coming to us he'd get
bigger."
"Yes, I guess he would," admitted the little girl. "He is going
away, Teddy. Oh, dear! Now he can't help us!"
Without a word Teddy started back toward the rocks, and his sister
followed. He was close to them when Janet spoke again.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going in there and see what that noise was," Teddy replied.
"Oh, you mustn't!" she cried, hoping to turn him away. But Teddy
answered:
"Yes, I am, too! I'm going to see what it is!"
"I'm not!" cried Janet. "I'm going home. You'd better come with me!"
But, though she turned away and went a short distance from the rocks
in the direction she thought the ranch house of Ring Rosy Ranch
should be, she very soon stopped. She did not like going on alone.
She looked back at Ted.
Teddy had walked a little way toward the hole in the rocks. Now he
called to his sister.
"The noise comes from in here," he said. "It's in this little cave."
"Are you going in?" asked Janet, trying to pretend she was not afraid.
"I want to see what made that noise," declared Teddy.


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