Janet did not want to go alone.
"It can't be an Indian," said Teddy, looking around but still not seeing anything to make that strange sound.
"It could so be an Indian!" declared Janet.
"Well, maybe a sick Indian," Teddy admitted. "And if he's as sick as all that I'm not afraid of him! I'm going to see what it is."
"Oh, The-o-dore Mar-tin!" cried Janet, much as she sometimes heard her mother use her brother's name. "Don't you dare!"
"Why not?" asked Teddy, who tried to speak very bravely, though he really did not feel brave. But he was not going to show that before Janet, who was a girl. "Why can't I see what that is?"
"'Cause maybe—maybe it'll—bite you!" and as Janet said this she looked first at the rocks and then over her shoulder, as though something might come up behind her when she least expected it.
"Pooh! I'm not afraid!" declared Teddy.
"Anyhow, if it does bite me it's got to come out of the rocks first."
"Well, maybe it will come out."