“Jimminy!” Teddy breathed. “His right foreleg is hurt. Notice how he’s limping? What does he remind you of, Roy?”
“He doesn’t remind me of anything; he is!” Roy answered forcibly. The horse came closer. “Teddy, that’s the pony The Pup stole, or I’m a ring-tailed doodle bird!”
CHAPTER XXII
The Man at the Fire
“Our pony!”
Mr. Manley almost shouted it.
“Do you mean to say that’s the bronc that Marino stole?”
“Look at him yourself, Dad!” Teddy cried excitedly. “Wait, I’ll see if I can get him. He knows me—I broke him. Stay here.”
The boy rode rapidly forward. The horse did not turn and run, but stood, waiting. In a moment Teddy had hold of his bridle rein and was leading him back.
“See? Isn’t he?”
Mr. Manley looked closer.