And I'll let you feed and water him as much as you like. I'm
going to call him Clipclap."
"That's a funny name," remarked Janet.
"It's how his feet sound when he runs," explained Teddy. "Don't you
know--clip-clap, clip-clap!" and he imitated the sound of a pony as
best he could.
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Janet. "They do go that way."
"I haven't heard this one run," added Teddy, "'cause he's sick and
he can't gallop. But I guess his feet would make that sound, so I'm
going to call him Clipclap."
"It's a nice name," agreed Janet. "But I guess we better give him a
drink now. He must be awful thirsty."
"He is," said Teddy. "Hear him groan?"
The pony was again making a noise that did sound like a groan. He
must be in pain the children thought.
"Go on--give him your drink, Janet," urged Teddy. "Then I'll give
him mine."
Janet was afraid no longer. She went into the cave ahead of her
brother, and as the pony was lying down Janet had to kneel in front
of him with her hat full of water--no, it was not full, for some had
spilled out, but there was still a little in it.
The pony smelled the water when Janet was yet a little way from him,
and raised his head and part of his body by his forefeet. Though
clear, cold water has no smell to us, animals can smell it sometimes
a long way off, and can find their way to it when their masters would
not know where to go for a drink.
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