Though, as a matter of fact, Ted and Janet thought Uncle
Frank was as much theirs as he was their father's and, very likely,
Uncle Frank thought so himself.
"Can't you come and cure the sick pony?" asked Teddy.
"He's groaning awful hard," went on Janet.
"Well, my dear Curlytops," said Doctor Bond with a smile, "I'd like
to come, but, as I said, I don't know anything about curing sick
horses or animals. I never studied that. It takes a doctor who knows
about them to give them the right kind of medicine."
"I thought all medicine was alike," said Teddy. "What our doctor
gives us is always bitter."
"Well, all medicine isn't bitter," laughed Doctor Bond, "though some
very good kinds are. However, I wouldn't know whether to give this
Clipclap pony bitter or sweet medicine."
"Maybe you could ask one of the cowboys," said Janet. "I heard Mr.
Mason--Jim, Uncle Frank calls him--telling how he cured a sick horse
once."
"Oh, yes, your uncle's foreman, Jim Mason, knows a lot about
horses," said Doctor Bond.
"Then why don't you go with the children and get Jim to help you
find out what the matter is with their pony?" suggested Mrs. Bond.
"There isn't a regular veterinary around here, and they don't want to
see their pet suffer. Go along with them.''
"I believe I will," said Doctor Bond. "I could perhaps tell what's
the matter with the pony, and if I've got any medicine that might
cure it, Jim would know how to give it--I wouldn't.
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