So he stopped, and putting his hands to his mouth, as he had seen
Uncle Frank do when he wanted to call to a cowboy who was down at a
distant corral, the little boy called:

"Hi there, Mr. Man! Come here, please!"

But the man on the horse gave no sign that he had heard. As a matter
of fact, he had not, being too far away, and the wind was blowing
from him toward Teddy and Jan. If the wind had been blowing the other
way it might have carried the voices of the children toward the man.
But it did not.

Then Teddy made a discovery. He stopped, and, shading his eyes with
his hands, said:

"Jan, that man's going away from us 'stid of coming toward us. He's
getting littler all the while. And if he was coming to us he'd get
bigger."

"Yes, I guess he would," admitted the little girl. "He is going
away, Teddy. Oh, dear! Now he can't help us!"

Without a word Teddy started back toward the rocks, and his sister
followed. He was close to them when Janet spoke again.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm going in there and see what that noise was," Teddy replied.

"Oh, you mustn't!" she cried, hoping to turn him away. But Teddy