in there and he can't get out!" she went on.

Again came the whinny of a horse or a pony. There was no mistake about
it this time.

"Come on!" cried Teddy. "We've got to get him out, Janet. He's one of
Uncle Frank's cow ponies and he's hurt in that cave. We've got to get
him out!"

"But how can you?" Janet inquired. "It's an awful little cave, and I
don't believe a pony could get in there."

"A little pony could," said Teddy.

Janet looked at the cave. She remembered that she had seen some quite
small ponies, not only on Ring Rosy Ranch but elsewhere. The cave would
be large enough for one of them.

"I'm going in," said Teddy, as he stood at the mouth of the hole among
the piled-up rocks.

"He might kick you," warned Janet.

"If he's sick enough to groan that way he can't kick very hard," replied
Teddy. "Anyhow, I'll keep out of the way of his feet. That's all you've
got to do, Uncle Frank says, when you go around a strange horse. When he
gets to know you he won't kick."

"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.

"There's a sick pony in here all right," Teddy told his sister. "Come on
in and look."

"I--I don't b'lieve I want to."

"Pooh! he can't hurt you! He's sick!" cried Teddy.

So, after waiting a half minute, Janet went in. In a little while she,
too, could see the pony lying down in the cave.

"Oh, the poor thing!" she cried. "Teddy, we've got to help him!"

"Course we have," he said. "We've got to go for a doctor."