They all listened. Through the trees of the swamp came a call:
“Help me! Help me!”
“That’s Tinkle!” cried his father. “We’re coming, Tinkle. Where are you?” he asked.
[And the next time he did jump high enough to go over the fence.]
“I’m over here, and I’m stuck in the swamp. I can’t get my feet out of the mud!”
“I thought so!” exclaimed Dapple Gray. “Just like a foolish little pony! Now we must get him out.”
So anxious was he to help his little pony that Tinkle’s father galloped on ahead. Some of the others did the same. They did not listen to Dapple calling: