Curlytops at Uncle Frank's Ranch by Howard R. (Howard Roger) Garis
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"Yes--I did," he answered.
"Did--did it sound like some one groaning?" she went on. Teddy nodded his head to show that it had sounded that way to him. Just then the noise came again. "Oh!" exclaimed Janet, starting to run. "Maybe it's an Indian! Oh, Teddy, come on!" CHAPTER IX THE SICK PONY Teddy Martin did not run away as Jan started to leave the pile of rocks from which the queer sound had come. Instead he stood still and looked as hard as he could toward the hole among the stones--a hole that looked a little like the cave on Star Island, but not so large. "Come on, Teddy!" begged Janet. "Please cornel" "I want to see what it is," he answered. "Maybe it's something that--that'll bite you," suggested the little girl. "Come on!" |
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