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Grandpa Martin walked into the dark hole, his lantern flickering like a firefly at night. The Curlytops watched it until they could no longer see the gleam. Then they waited expectantly. "Maybe somethin'll grab grandpa," said Jan, after a bit. "What?" asked Ted. "A fox or somethin'!" "Pooh, he isn't afraid of a fox!" "Well, a bear, maybe!" "There isn't any bears here, Janet Martin!
The two Curlytops, their fuzzy hair fluttering in the wind, were half way to the spring when they saw coming from the bushes a ragged man. "There he is!" cried Janet. "Who?" asked Ted. "The man who talked to me while I was picking flowers," and Jan's voice came in gasps, for she was getting out of breath from having run so hard. "There he is!" and she pointed. "That's the tramp!" cried Ted.
That is, he had been lame when the Curlytops first met him early in the summer, but he was almost cured now, and walked with only a little limp. The Home had been built to cure lame children, and had helped many of them. Half-way to the big red building, which was like a hospital, the Curlytops met Hal, the very boy whom they had started out to see. "Hello, Hal!" cried Ted.
The Curlytops and Hal saw what had happened. A lot of the dirt they had shoveled out had slid back into the big hole, almost filling it. And caught under this dirt was Nicknack, their goat. Only the black tip of his nose stuck out, and it is a good thing this much of him was uncovered, or he might have smothered under the sand. "How did it happen?" asked Ted.
"Are you going?" she asked her husband. "Yes," he answered. "I think I'll go on the trail with Uncle Frank." Teddy and Janet sat on a bench outside the cowboys' bunkhouse, as their father, Uncle Frank and a number of the ranchmen rode away over the prairies on the trail of the Indians. The Curlytops did not seem very happy.
If you Curlytops get lost, which I hope you won't, you'll have to go a good way to get off my ranch. But let me tell you now, not to go too far away from the house, unless your father or some of us grown folks are with you." "Why?" asked Janet.
Baldy, couldn't you tell me one that is scary a real, terrible scary one. You can take me out behind the barn where Jan can't hear it." "Well, maybe I could do that," agreed the good-natured cowboy, laughing at the Curlytops. "Now then for the not-scary story." "And you don't have to take Teddy out behind the barn to tell him the scary one," put in Janet.
But I don't believe well find the lost Curlytops." One of the men rode back to the ranch to tell Mrs. Martin that so far, no trace of the missing children had been found. She could not keep back her tears, but she tried to be brave. "Oh, where can they be?" she asked. "They'll be all right," the cowboy said. "It's a nice warm night, and they're brave children.
So we just thought Trouble might have driven his pet over here." "Yes, I think it likely that the two went away together," said Mrs. Newton; "but they're not here. Bob, put away that kite of yours and help Mr. Martin and the Curlytops look for Trouble. He may have gone to Mrs. Simpson's," she went on. "He's often there you know." "Yes, but we looked in their yard coming over," put in Ted.
"I hope he gets them back," said Teddy to his sister. "So do I," she agreed. "And I hope those Indians don't come here." "Pooh! they're tame Indians!" exclaimed Teddy. "They must be kind of wild when they steal ponies," Janet said. A little later the Curlytops and Trouble went to bed, for they had been up early that day.
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