CHAPTER IX
THE SICK PONY
Teddy Martin did not run away as Jan started to leave the pile of rocks from which the queer sound had come. Instead he stood still and looked as hard as he could toward the hole among the stones—a hole that looked a little like the cave on Star Island, but not so large.
"Come on, Teddy!" begged Janet. "Please come!"
"I want to see what it is," he answered.
"Maybe it's something that—that'll bite you," suggested the little girl. "Come on!"
Just then the noise sounded again. It certainly was a groan.
"There!" exclaimed Janet. "I know it's an Indian, Ted! Maybe it's one of the kind that took Uncle Frank's ponies. Oh, please come!"
She had run on a little way from the pile of rocks, but now she stood still, waiting for Teddy to follow.
"Come on!" she begged.