"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. We found him
and his name's Clipclap."

"Well, that's a good name for a pony," said his father. "But still I
don't know that you can claim every pony you find. This one may
belong to Uncle Frank."

"No, it isn't one of my brand," said the owner of Ring Rosy Ranch.
"It's a strange pony that must have wandered into this cave after he
found he was poisoned. I reckon the poor thing thought he'd die in
there, and maybe he would if the children hadn't found him."