"And he's mine but Janet can have half of him, and we got him water
in our hats," came from Teddy.

"And we got the doctor, too!" went on his sister.

"Well, I should say you'd put in quite a busy day," chuckled Uncle
Frank. "Now let's hear more about it."

So the Curlytops told, and Doctor Bond said, even if he was not a
horse doctor, he'd go out and look at the pony in the cave, if the
ranch foreman would come with him.

"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.