"Well, you'd better be careful," warned Janet again.

"Don't you want to come in?" Teddy asked his sister.

"I--I guess not," she answered. "I'll watch you here. Oh, maybe if
it's a pony we can have him for ours, Teddy!" she exclaimed.

"Maybe," he agreed. "I'm going to see what it is."

Slowly he walked to the dark place amid the rocks. The whinnyings
and groanings sounded plainer to him than to Janet, and Teddy was
sure they came from a horse or a pony. As yet, though, he could see
nothing.

Then, as the little boy stepped out of the glaring sun into the
shadow cast by the rocks, he began to see better. And in a little
while his eyes became used to the gloom.

Then he could see, lying down on the dirt floor of the cave amid the
rocks, the form of a pony. The animal raised its head as Teddy came
in and gave a sort of whinnying call, followed by a groan.

"Poor pony!" called Ted. "Are you hurt? I'm so sorry! I'll go get a
doctor for you!"

"Who are you talking to?" asked Janet.

She had drawn nearer the cave.