“Yes, Tinkle has been here,” he said. “I can see where he ran to get a good start so he could jump over the fence.”
“He is a good jumper to do that,” remarked one of the horses.
“Yes, Tinkle is a good jumper, for a colt,” said his father. “I think he will be very smart when he grows up. But he should not jump fences into the swamp. That is not right.”
“How are we going to get over the fence to help him if he is stuck?” asked Dapple Gray.
“Can’t we jump?” another horse inquired.
“Maybe you can, but I can’t,” returned Dapple Gray. “One of my legs is stiff, where I was hurt by the trolley car. Once I could easily have jumped over that fence, but I’m afraid I can’t do it now.”
“I don’t know whether I can either,” observed Tinkle’s father. “I’m not so young as I once was. But if we all push together I think we can knock the fence down. Then we can get through to see what has happened to my pony boy. We want you to come along, Dapple, because you have been in the big city where all sorts of things happen to horses. You’ll know what is best to do.”
“Thank you,” whinnied Dapple Gray. “I’ll do my best.”
Together the big horses and the ponies pushed at the fence. Tinkle’s mother watched them, and when she saw what was being done she became frightened.