Snapping on the switch now, he threw a small but brilliant beam of light over toward Ted’s cot. At first he could not see the boy, and wondering what the noise was all about Mr. Martin asked:
“Where are you, Ted?”
“Here I am,” came the answer, and Janet’s brother arose from the ground where he had thrown himself.
“What in the world are you doing there?” asked his mother, who was sitting up on her cot. “Did you have nightmare? Were you walking in your sleep?”
“No, I wasn’t walking in my sleep,” replied Teddy. “But I gave a jump and I fell out of bed.”
“What for?” asked his father, for he saw nothing to be alarmed about. And the reason was that the horned head had withdrawn itself out of the hole through which it had been thrust.
“What for? That’s what for! Look!” cried Teddy, and he pointed just as the big head was thrust in again—the head with the large mouth and the big eyes, to say nothing of the horns.
Mrs. Martin stared as if she could hardly believe what she saw. She gave a gasp of surprise. Teddy, too, gasped, but no longer in fright. For now he saw what it was that had thrust its head into the tent.
Mr. Martin laughed, and well he might. For in the gleam of the electric flashlight they were looking at the calm features of a big cow that, with her head thrust into the tent, was quietly chewing her cud, leaning over the cot from which Ted had leaped in such a hurry.
“Oh, my!” cried Janet, who looked over the side of the auto into the tent to which it was attached. Then Trouble looked and he cried: