Then
the pony drank the water and it made him sick."
"Will he die?" asked Janet.
"Well, I'll do my best to save him," said Doctor Bond, opening the
black case of medicines he carried. "But how can you give medicine to
a horse, Jim? You can't put it on his tongue, can you?"
"No, but I've got a long-necked bottle on purpose for that, and it's
easy to pour it out of that bottle down a pony's throat. You mix up
the dose, Doc, and I'll give it to the little animal."
This was done, but the Curlytops were not allowed in the cave when
the men were working over the pony. But, in a little while, the
foreman and Doctor Bond came out.
"Well, I guess your pony will get better," said the physician. "Jim
gave him the medicine that will get the poison out of him, and in a
day or so he'll be able to walk. But you'll have to leave him in the
cave until then."
"Can't we take him home?" Teddy cried.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed the foreman. "But I'll send one of the men over
with some straw to make him a soft bed, and we'll see that he has
water to drink. He won't want anything to eat until he gets better.
The doctor will come to see him to-morrow. Won't you?" he went on to
Doctor Bond.
"Indeed I will!" promised the doctor, for he had taken a great
liking to the Curlytops.
"Whose pony is it?" asked Daddy Martin.
"It's mine!" exclaimed Teddy quickly. "Mine and Jan's.
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