Just then Janet looked across the fields, and she saw a man riding
along on a pony.

"Oh, Teddy!" she called to her brother. "Here's a man! We can get
him to go in and see what it is."

Teddy looked to where his sister pointed. Surely enough, there was a
man going along. He was quite a distance off, but the Curlytops did
not mind that. They were fond of walking.

"Holler at him!" advised Janet. "He'll hear us and come to help us
find out what's in here."

Teddy raised his voice in the best shout he knew how to give. He had
strong lungs and was one of the loudest-shouting boys among his chums.

"Hey, Mister! Come over here!" cried Teddy.

But the man kept on as if he had not heard, as indeed he had not.
For on the prairies the air is so clear that people and things look
much nearer than they really are. So, though the man seemed to be
only a little distance away, he was more than a mile off, and you
know it is quite hard to call so as to be heard a mile away;
especially if you are a little boy.

Still Teddy called again, and when he had done this two or three
times, and Jan had helped him, the two calling in a sort of duet,
Teddy said:

"He can't hear us."