"Maybe," he agreed. "I'm going to see what it is."
Slowly he walked to the dark place amid the rocks. The whinnyings
and groanings sounded plainer to him than to Janet, and Teddy was
sure they came from a horse or a pony. As yet, though, he could see
nothing.
Then, as the little boy stepped out of the glaring sun into the
shadow cast by the rocks, he began to see better. And in a little
while his eyes became used to the gloom.
Then he could see, lying down on the dirt floor of the cave amid the
rocks, the form of a pony. The animal raised its head as Teddy came
in and gave a sort of whinnying call, followed by a groan.
"Poor pony!" called Ted. "Are you hurt? I'm so sorry! I'll go get a
doctor for you!"
"Who are you talking to?" asked Janet.
She had drawn nearer the cave.
"There's a sick pony in here all right," Teddy told his sister.
"Come on in and look."
"I--I don't b'lieve I want to."
"Pooh! he can't hurt you! He's sick!" cried Teddy.
So, after waiting a half minute, Janet went in. In a little while
she, too, could see the pony lying down in the cave.
"Oh, the poor thing!" she cried. "Teddy, we've got to help him!"
"Course we have," he said. "We've got to go for a doctor."
"And get him a drink," added Janet. "When anybody's sick--a pony or
anybody--they want a drink. Let's find some water, Teddy. We can
bring it to him in our hats!"
Then, leaving the sick pony in the cave, the Curlytops ran out to
look for water.
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