Since he and
his sister had gone camping with Grandpa Martin they were braver than
they used to be. Of course, Ted, being a year older than his sister,
was a little bolder than she was.
Janet, not feeling that she ought to run on home and leave Teddy
there and yet not feeling brave enough to go close to the cave among
the rocks with him, hardly knew what to do. She walked back a little
way and then, suddenly, the noise came, more loudly than at first.
"Oh, there it goes again!" cried Janet, once more running back.
"I heard it," Teddy said. "It didn't war-whoop like an Indian."
"If he's sick he couldn't," explained Janet.
"And if he's sick he can't hurt us," went on Teddy. "I'm going to
holler at him and see what he wants."
"You'd better come back and tell daddy or Uncle Frank," suggested
Janet.
Teddy rather thought so himself, but he did not like to give up once
he had started anything. He felt it would be a fine thing if he, all
alone, could find one of the Indians.
"And maybe it is one of those who took Uncle Frank's ponies,"
thought Teddy to himself.
Again the groan sounded, this time not quite so loud, and after it
had died away Teddy called:
"Who's in there? What's the matter with you?"
No answer came to this. Then Ted added:
"If you don't come out I'm going to tell my uncle on you. He owns
this ranch. Come on out! Who are you?"
This time there came a different sound.
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