"Are you going in?" asked Janet, trying to pretend she was not afraid.
"I want to see what made that noise," declared Teddy. Since he and his sister had gone camping with Grandpa Martin they were braver than they used to be. Of course, Ted, being a year older than his sister, was a little bolder than she was.
Janet, not feeling that she ought to run on home and leave Teddy there and yet not feeling brave enough to go close to the cave among the rocks with him, hardly knew what to do. She walked back a little way and then, suddenly, the noise came, more loudly than at first.
"Oh, there it goes again!" cried Janet, once more running back.
"I heard it," Teddy said. "It didn't war-whoop like an Indian."
"If he's sick he couldn't," explained Janet.
"And if he's sick he can't hurt us," went on Teddy. "I'm going to holler at him and see what he wants."
"You'd better come back and tell daddy or Uncle Frank," suggested Janet.
Teddy rather thought so himself, but he did not like to give up once he had started anything. He felt it would be a fine thing if he, all alone, could find one of the Indians.
"And maybe it is one of those who took Uncle Frank's ponies," thought Teddy to himself.