"Nicknack's a brave goat. I like him. But I like Clipclap, too."
"And I like Star Face," added Janet "He's an awful nice pony."
On and on the ponies trotted, carrying the Curlytops farther and
farther from the Ring Rosy Ranch house. But the children were not
afraid. The sun was shining brightly, and they had often before
ridden this far alone. They could look back at the ranch buildings
when they got on top of the little hills with which the prairie was
dotted, and they were not lonesome.
Off on either side they could see groups of horses or cattle that
belonged to Uncle Frank, and Ted and Janet thought there must be
cowboys with the herds.
"I'm going to get a drink when we get to the rocks," said Janet, as
they came within sight of the pile of big stones.
"Yes. And we'll give the ponies some, too," agreed her brother. "I
guess they're thirsty."
Indeed the little animals were thirsty, and after they had rested a
while--for Uncle Frank had told the children it was not wise to let a
horse or pony drink when it was too warm--Clipclap and Star Face had
some of the cool water that bubbled up among the rocks.
"It tastes awful good!" exclaimed Janet, as she took some from the
cup Ted filled for her.
After Clipclap had been found at the spring, the time he was hidden
in the cave, one of the cowboys had brought a tin cup to the spring,
leaving it there, so if anyone passed the spring it would be easy to
get a drink without having to use a hat or kneel down on the ground.
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