"What they run around like that for?" asked Trouble, as he saw some of the ponies racing about the corral.
"They want to get out," Janet answered.
"Trouble go help," murmured the little fellow, but Janet either did not hear what he said or she paid no attention, for just then two of the ponies had a race together around the corral and she and Ted wanted to see which would win.
Trouble got down off the fence and went around to the gate. His brother and sister did not notice him until, all at once, Janet, missing her little brother, cried:
"Where's Trouble?"
"I don't know," Ted answered. "Maybe he—Oh, look, Janet!" he suddenly cried. "The corral gate is open and all the ponies are running out!"
"Oh, that's right! They are!" Janet then screamed. "But where is Trouble?"
"I don't know. I guess he—Oh, there he is!" and Teddy pointed to a spot near the gate.
There stood Trouble between the fence and the big gate which had swung back on its hinges.
"Oh, look at 'em run!" cried Janet.