CHAPTER X

WHAT THEY FOUND “COO-EE! Coo-ee-ee!” The long cry wailed out into the dark. Wally had climbed to the top of the Split Rock, and there stood while he sent out shout after shout, listening with throbbing heart after each, hoping to hear an answering call. But none came. The old pony whinnied distressfully below: she knew that she had come to her journey’s end, and it puzzled and annoyed her that she was not unsaddled and turned out. Wally slid down to the ground and went over to her, speaking gently as he let her go.…