"Now don't cry!" warned Teddy.
"I--I'm not!" exclaimed his sister. "I--I was just blowing my nose,
so there, The-o-dore Mar-tin!"
Teddy grinned in the darkness, tired as he was. He was glad Janet
was a little angry with him. That meant she would not cry, and if his
sister started to weep Ted did not know what he would do. He might
even cry himself. He was not too big for that.
"Let's stop and give the ponies a rest," suggested Janet.
"All right," agreed Teddy. "And maybe they can hunt around and find
water. One of the cowboys told me his pony did that once when he
didn't know where to get a drink himself."
"I wish Star Face could find water," went on Janet. "I'd drink some
of it, too."
"So would I--if it was clean," said Teddy.
Wearily the two Curlytops slipped from their saddles. The ponies
seemed glad of this, and at once began to eat the grass that grew all
about. Teddy and Janet looked at them awhile. It was not so dark but
what they could see things close to them, and the stars were
twinkling brightly overhead.
"They don't seem very thirsty," said Janet.
"Maybe they'll start to go after water when they've had their
supper," suggested her brother, with a sigh, which, however, Janet
did not hear. "We've got to wait--that's all."
The Curlytops sat down on the ground and waited, while the ponies
with the reins over their heads--which was a sign that they must not
go far away--cropped the sweet grass.
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