No, the big wolf was leaping high into the air from the side, evidently trying to reach something that was fastened to the pony's back—for now Ted was able to distinguish what it was.
It was a bay pony, rather small, and almost all in with fatigue.
Something baggy was tied to its back, which resembled a bundle of old clothes.
Once, as he watched, Ted saw the pony go to its knees, actually tired out and weak.
But it was up again, and struggling bravely on again.
"Plucky little beggar," muttered Ted, in admiration. "Wish I had taken my first hunch and ridden out to help it. By Jove, it's not too late yet!"
Without going into the house Ted jumped to the ground and ran out to meet the pony and its enemies.
It did not occur to him that he was not armed until he was halfway to them. Then he felt in his pocket and found his big-bladed knife.
Taking this out, he sprang open the big blade and carried it loosely.
He had stooped and picked up a large stone, which he carried in his hand.