“Now we must be on hand here early to-morrow morning,” said Bart, as they sneaked away.
“Sure. We’ll pretend to Fenn that we are anxious to see his collection,” said Ned. “He’ll be only too glad to take us out here, and then we can see his expression, when he catches sight of the visitors. Oh, we’ll be on hand all right!” and then the trio went to their homes.
Early the next morning, Bart, Ned and Frank called on Fenn. He had not been in evidence the night before, so they felt sure their trick had not been discovered. He came to the door in response to their whistles.
“Say, you fellows are on the job early, aren’t you?” inquired Stumpy, with just a shade of suspicion in his tones.
“We want to have a little football practice,” answered Bart. “And we came to see if you’d show us your collection of turtles.”
“Hey? What’s that?” asked Fenn, quickly.
“That’s straight, Stumpy,” added Ned. “We won’t hurt ’em, will we, fellows?”
“Sure not,” agreed Frank.
His suspicions lulled to rest, Fenn led the way to the shack in the back yard.