"But then the little pony won't get any," Janet said.

"Oh, yes, he will!" cried Teddy. "'Cause when you're feeding the
big horse I'll run up and give the _little_ horse my bunch. Then
he'll have some all by himself."

And this the Curlytops did. When the big horse was chewing the grass
Janet gave him, Ted held out some to the little horse at the other
end of the corral, And he ate it, but only just in time, for the big
pony saw what was going on and trotted up to shove the small animal
out of the way. But it was too late.

Then Janet and Teddy walked on a little further, until Janet said it
was growing late and they had better go back to the porch where the
others were still talking.

Evening was coming on. The sun had set, but there was still a golden
glow in the sky. Far off in one of the big fields a number of horses
and cattle could be seen, and riding out near them were some of the
cowboys who, after their supper, had gone out to see that all was
well for the night.

"Is all this your land, Uncle Frank!" asked Teddy as he stood on the
porch and looked over the fields.

"Yes, as far as you can see, and farther. If you Curlytops get lost,
which I hope you won't, you'll have to go a good way to get off my
ranch. But let me tell you now, not to go too far away from the
house, unless your father or some of us grown folks are with you."