The pony put his nose close to them and rubbed his head against
their outstretched hands.

"See, he knows us!" cried Janet.

"And I guess he's thanking us for bringing him water," added her
brother.

"And getting the doctor to cure him of poison," went on the little
girl. "I'm glad he likes you, Teddy."

"And your pony likes you, too, Janet," said the little boy.

Janet's pony, Star Face, certainly seemed to like her. For he came
when she called him and took lumps of sugar from her hand. He liked
Teddy, too. In fact both ponies were very pretty and friendly and it
would be hard to say which was the better. Janet liked hers and Teddy
liked his, and that is the best thing I can say about them.

No one came to claim Clipclap. Though Uncle Frank spoke to a number
of other ranchmen about finding the sick pony, none of them had ever
seen Clipclap before as far as they knew. If he belonged to some
other ranch it must have been far away.

"So you may feel that it is all right for you to keep your pony,
Curlytop," said Uncle Frank to Teddy. "If anyone should, later, say
it belongs to him, and can prove it, we'll give it up, of course."

"But I don't want to give Clipclap up!" Teddy cried.