Then, as the little boy stepped out of the glaring sun into the shadow cast by the rocks, he began to see better. And in a little while his eyes became used to the gloom.
Then he could see, lying down on the dirt floor of the cave amid the rocks, the form of a pony. The animal raised its head as Teddy came in and gave a sort of whinnying call, followed by a groan.
"Poor pony!" called Ted. "Are you hurt? I'm so sorry! I'll go get a doctor for you!"
"Who are you talking to?" asked Janet.
She had drawn nearer the cave.
"There's a sick pony in here all right," Teddy told his sister. "Come on in and look."
"I—I don't b'lieve I want to."
"Pooh! he can't hurt you! He's sick!" cried Teddy.
So, after waiting a half minute, Janet went in. In a little while she, too, could see the pony lying down in the cave.
"Oh, the poor thing!" she cried. "Teddy, we've got to help him!"