"Let us call, Jan," suggested Ted. "Nicknack likes us, and maybe he'll answer if we holler. You call first."
"All right," Jan responded. Then, at the top of her voice, she yelled: "Nicknack, come here!"
Then Teddy shouted: "Nicknack! Oh, Nicknack!"
Then they all waited in silence, but heard nothing in reply to their calls.
"Well, it's of no use to stay here any longer," said Daddy Martin, as they stood looking at Nicknack's empty stable. "We'll leave everything as it is and come here in the morning. It will be easy enough for us to get out, now that we have the tunnel made."
"Yes, come on back to the house, and I'll tell you some stories about my Western ranch," added Uncle Frank. "Some day I want you Curlytops to come out there and have pony rides."
"Oh, can we?" cried Teddy.
"To be sure you can."
"And shall we get snowed in?" asked Janet.
"Well, not if I can help it. But come in the summer when there won't be any snow. You'll like it out on my ranch in Montana."