Curlytops at Uncle Franks Ranch | Page 3

me to play this game of bein' a sick soldier, and if I'm sick I've got to have the medicine."
"Yes, I'll give you the most," Janet agreed. "Now you lie down and groan and I'll hear you out on the battlefield and come and save your life."
So, after Janet had fixed the sheet over him again, Teddy lay back on the blanket and groaned his very best.
"Oh, it sounds as real as anything!" exclaimed the little girl in delight. "Do it some more, Ted!"
Thereupon her brother groaned more loudly until Janet stopped him by dropping two or three chocolate pills into his opened mouth.
"Oh! Gurr-r-r-r! Ugh! Say, you 'most choked me!" spluttered Ted, as he sat up and chewed the chocolate.
"Oh, I didn't mean to," said Janet as she ate a pill or two herself. "Now you lie down and go to sleep, 'cause I've got a lot more sick soldiers to go to see."
"Don't give 'em any of my chocolate pills," cautioned Ted. "I need 'em all to make me get better."
"I'll only make-believe give them some," promised Janet.
She and her brother played this game for a while, and Teddy liked it --as long as the chocolate pills were given him. But when Janet had only a few left and Teddy was about to say he was tired of lying down, someone came into the playroom and a voice asked:
"What you doin'?"
"Playing soldier," answered Janet. "You mustn't drop your 'g' letters, Trouble. Mother doesn't like it."
"I want some chocolate," announced the little boy, whose real name was William Martin, but who was more often called Trouble--because he got in so much of it, you know.
"There's only one pill left. Can I give it to him, Ted?" asked Janet.
"Yes, Janet. I've had enough. Anyhow, I know something else to play now. It's lots of fun!"
"What?" asked Janet eagerly. It was still raining hard and she wanted her brother to stay in the house with her.
"We'll play horse," went on Ted. "I'll be a bucking bronco like those Uncle Frank told us about on his ranch. We'll make a place with chairs where they keep the cow ponies and the broncos. I forget what Uncle Frank called it."
"I know," said Janet. "It's cor--corral."
"Corral!" exclaimed Ted. "That's it! We'll make a corral of some chairs and I'll be a bucking bronco. That's a horse that won't let anybody ride on its back," the little boy explained.
"I wants a wide!" said Baby William.
"Well, maybe I'll give you a ride after I get tired of bucking," said Teddy, thinking about it.
They made a ring of chairs on the playroom floor, and in this corral Teddy crept around on his hands and knees, pretending to be a wild Western pony. Janet tried to catch him and the children had much fun, Trouble screaming and laughing in delight.
At last Teddy allowed himself to be caught, for it was hard work crawling around as he did, and rearing up in the air every now and then.
"Give me a wide!" pleaded Trouble.
"Yes, I'll ride him on my back," offered Teddy, and his baby brother was put up there by Janet.
"Now don't go too fast with him, pony," she said.
"Yes, I wants to wide fast, like we does with Nicknack," declared Baby William. Nicknack was the Curlytops' pet goat.
"All right, I'll give you a fast ride," promised Teddy.
He began crawling about the room with Trouble on his back. The baby pretended to drive his "horse" by a string which Ted held in his mouth like reins.
"Go out in de hall--I wants a big wide," directed Trouble.
"All right," assented Teddy. Out into the hall he went and then forgetting, perhaps, that he had his baby brother on his back, Teddy began to buck--that is flop up and down.
"Oh--oh! 'top!" begged Trouble.
"I can't! I'm a Wild-West pony," explained Ted, bucking harder than ever.
He hunched himself forward on his hands and knees, and before he knew it he was at the head of the stairs. Then, just how no one could say, Trouble gave a yell, toppled off Teddy's back and the next instant went rolling down the flight, bump, bump, bumping at every step.
CHAPTER II
NICKNACK AND TROUBLE
"Oh, Teddy!" screamed Janet. "Oh, Trouble!"
Teddy did not answer at once. Indeed he had hard work not to tumble down the stairs himself after his little brother. Ted clung to the banister, though, and managed to save himself.
"Oh, he'll be hurt--terrible!" cried Janet, and she tried to get past her older brother to run downstairs after Trouble.
But Mrs. Martin, who was in the dining-room talking to Nora Jones, the maid, heard the noise and ran out into the hall.
"Oh, children!" she cried. "Teddy--Janet--what's all that noise?"
"It's Trouble, Mother!" announced Teddy. "I was playing bucking bronco and--"
"Trouble fell downstairs!" screamed Janet.
While everyone was thus calling out