She said he was, and Swatty told her we had found his horse, and she said she would tell him. He came right out. He looked sort of jolly and he said: “Well, boys, I suppose you are looking for a reward. Did you bring old Jenny home?”
“No, sir,” Swatty said. “We would of but we couldn't. We couldn't get her out of the hole.”
So he wanted to know what hole and Swatty told him. He told him we had a cave up the creek and that it looked like the old mare had walked on top of the cave and fell through. He asked if she was hurt and we said she wasn't, we guessed, but she wouldn't come out for us. He got his hat.
“Come on,” he said; “I'll see about it.”
Well, he took us out the back way to the stable and yelled for Jake, and Jake came.
“Jake,” he said, “these boys have found Jenny, and she's fallen into a hole and they can't get her out.”
“All right,” Jake said; “I'll go with them.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. We hadn't thought of that. The doctor started to go back to the house. Then he stopped.
“Just wait a minute,” he said. “I think I'll go with you. If the mare is hurt, I may be able to attend to her right there.”
When the doctor came out with his medicine case we started, and me and Swatty pretended to be eager to hurry up. Bony sort of held back behind. The doctor talked to us a lot. He was sort of happy and good-natured about it, like fat men are, and joked some how far it was. We took him out the Graveyard Road and down into the creek bottom and showed him the mouth of our cave up the bank.