er warm that day.

"I'll go with you," offered Janet.

"Me come too," added Trouble.

"Yes, take him," said his mother to Janet. "He hasn't been out much
to-day." So Trouble toddled off with his brother and sister.

Ted filled the pail at the bubbling spring, which was a large one, out
of sight of the tents of the camp. Then he heard a strange bird
whistling in a tree overhead, and, setting down the pail, he ran to see
what it was.

"Oh, Jan," called her brother a moment later, "it's a big red and black
bird. Awful pretty! Come and see him!"

Jan ran to get a look at the scarlet tanager, as grandpa said later it
was, and, without thinking, she left Trouble alone.

Well, you can well imagine what Trouble did!

For a long while--ever since he had been in camp, in fact--Baby William
had wanted to dip a pail of water out of the spring. But of course he
could not be allowed to do this, for he might fall in. Now, however, he
saw his chance.

"Trouble bring de water," he said, talking to himself while Teddy and
Janet were looking at the pretty bird.

The little fellow carefully emptied the pail his brother had filled.
Then with it in his hand he went slowly toward the spring. He leaned
over, but longer arms than his were needed to reach the pail down into
the bubbling water.

Trouble reached and stretched and reached again, and then----

"Splash!"

Baby William had fallen in!

CHAPTER IX

TED FINDS A CAVE

Janet and Ted returned from looking at the pretty scarlet bird just in
time to see what happened to Trouble. They saw him fall into the spring.

"Oh!" cried Janet, clasping her hands. "Oh, look!"

"He'll be drowned!" yelled Ted, and then he ran as fast as he could
toward the place where he had last seen his little brother, for Baby
William was not in sight now. He was down in the water.

Perhaps Trouble might not have come to any harm, more than to get wet
through by the time Ted reached him. Perhaps the little fellow might not
have been drowned. At any rate, no harm came to him, even though Jan and
her brother did not get there in time to help.

The two Curlytops, their fuzzy hair fluttering in the wind, were half
way to the spring when they saw coming from the bushes a ragged man.

"There he is!" cried Janet.

"Who?" asked Ted.

"The man who--talked to me--while I was picking flowers," and Jan's
voice came in gasps, for she was getting out of breath from having run
so hard. "There he