He turned his pony's head and the tired little animal walked slowly on and Janet's Star Face followed. But the truth of the matter was, Ted did not know in which direction to guide his little horse. He could not remember where the rocks lay. But Janet was trusting to him, and he felt he must do his best.
So he kept on until it grew a little darker, and his pony was walking so slowly that Trouble would have found it easy to have walked almost as fast.
"What's the matter?" asked Janet, who was riding behind her brother, looking as hard as she could through the darkness for a sight of the rocks, which, once they were reached, almost meant home. "What's the matter, Ted?"
"Matter with what, Jan?"
"What makes the ponies go so slow?"
"'Cause they're tired, I guess."
"Can't you find the rocks and let them rest and get a drink? I'm awful thirsty, Teddy!"
"So'm I, Jan. We'll go on a little more and maybe we'll find the rocks. Don't cry!"
"Pooh! who's goin' to cry?" demanded Janet quickly.
"I—I thought maybe you were," Teddy answered.