"Of course I'll come!" cried Jim Mason. "I wouldn't want to see any
pony suffer. And I've doctored quite a few of 'em, even if I don't
know much about medicine. Come on, Curlytops!"
Jim Mason jumped on his own swift pony, saying he could make as good
time over the rough prairie as Doctor Bond could in his automobile.
The Curlytops rode in the machine with the physician. Uncle Frank and
Daddy Martin went along, for they, too, were interested in the sick
pony.
It did not take long to get to the cave amid the rocks. Jim Mason's
horse reached there ahead of the automobile, and the foreman had gone
into the cave and come out again by the time the Curlytops were
getting out of the machine.
"Well, he's a pretty sick pony all right," said the foreman of the
cowboys of Ring Rosy Ranch.
"Can you make him better?" asked Teddy anxiously.
"I don't know whether we can or not. It all depends on what sort of
medicine the doctor has for curing poison."
"Has the pony been poisoned?" asked Uncle Frank.
"Looks that way," replied the foreman. "I guess he must have drunk
some water that had a bit of poisoned meat in it. You see," he went
on to the doctor, Mr. Martin and the children, "we have a lot of
wolves and other pesky animals around here. They're too tricky to
catch in traps or shoot, so we poison 'em by putting a white powder
in some meat. Sometimes the wolves will drag a piece of the poisoned
meat to a spring of water, and they must have done it this time.
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