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"Indeed I will!" promised the doctor, for he had taken a great liking to the Curlytops. "Whose pony is it?" asked Daddy Martin. "It's mine!" exclaimed Teddy quickly. "Mine and Jan's. We found him and his name's Clipclap." "Well, that's a good name for a pony," said his father. "But still I don't know that you can claim every pony you find. This one may belong to Uncle Frank."
Then we'll catch him and take him home to Trouble." Janet and Teddy sat beside the gopher hole, while their ponies, not far from them, ate the sweet grass of the prairie. Clipclap and Star Face did not wander away, even if they were not tied to a hitching post.
Other ranches, too, had been robbed and a number of head of horses and cattle had been driven away. "We've looked all over for those Indians," said Uncle Frank, "but we can't find 'em. If you Curlytops can, I'll give you each another pony." "I'd like Clipclap best though," announced Teddy. "What could we do with two?" asked Janet.
As it happened Doctor Bond was in, and he came to the door himself when Teddy rang the bell, Mrs. Bond being out in the chicken part of the yard. "Well, children, what can I do for you?" asked Doctor Bond with a pleasant smile, as he saw the Curlytops on his porch. "If you please," began Teddy, "will you come and cure Clipclap?" "Will I come and cure him? Well, I will do my best.
"But you must not keep what is not yours. Anyhow, if you should have to give up Clipclap Uncle Frank will give you another pony." "There couldn't be any as nice as Clipclap not even Janet's Star Face," declared Teddy. He felt bad at the thought of having to give up his pet, but there was no need to, for as the weeks went on no one came to claim Clipclap, and Teddy counted him as his own.
The tympanum. A sail! A veil awave upon the waves. Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now. Horn. Hawhorn. When first he saw. Alas! Full tup. Full throb. Warbling. Ah, lure! Alluring. Martha! Come! Clapclap. Clipclap. Clappyclap. Goodgod henev erheard inall. Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up. A moonlit nightcall: far, far. I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming. Listen!
"Don't fall, Clipclap!" "What's the matter?" asked Janet. "Did he step in a hole?" "I don't know. I guess he's just tired," and Teddy's voice was sad. For he was very weary and much frightened, though he did not tell Janet so. "Well, let's stop and rest," said his sister. "Do you think you can find those rocks, Ted?" "No, I don't guess I can. I guess we're lost, Janet." "Oh, dear!" she answered.
"Well, it was while I was watering my horse that I saw the Indians." "You mean at the spring in the rocks where Jan and I found Clipclap in the cave?" Teddy asked. "That's the place, Curlytop. I chased after them to see which way they were driving off your Uncle Frank's cattle, but I saw they were too many for me, so I came on back as fast as my horse would bring me."
One day, about a week after the Curlytops had found Clipclap in the cave, Jim Mason said he thought the pony was well enough to be ridden. Clipclap was brought out in the yard and Teddy and Janet went up to him. The pony put his nose close to them and rubbed his head against their outstretched hands. "See, he knows us!" cried Janet.
Tell me about this sick pony with the funny name." "He is Clipclap," answered Teddy, giving the name he had picked out for his new pet. "And we are the Curlytops." "Yes, I can see that all right," laughed the doctor with a look at the crisp hair of the little boy and girl. "But where do you live?" "At Uncle Frank's ranch," Janet answered. "You mean Mr.
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