A VISIT TO TOWN
“Well,” remarked Bart, as they walked back to camp with Ned, “there’s no use setting any traps now, Ned. The rabbits were watching you, and they saw just how they worked, so you couldn’t catch the simplest bunny in these woods.”
“I’ll make another kind of trap,” declared Ned. “I want a rabbit to keep Fenn’s turtle company.”
“Don’t bother about it,” said Fenn, dryly.
“Why not?”
“Because my turtle got away in the night. He went back to the boiling spring, to join the others for a New Year’s celebration, I guess.”
“That’s so, to-morrow is the last day of this year,” observed Frank. “We ought to celebrate it in some way.”
“We will,” said Bart. “We’ll sit up, and watch the old year out and the new one in, and fire our guns off at twelve o’clock. But what’s the matter, Stumpy?” for Fenn was holding the arm injured by the buck, and on his face was an expression of pain.
“It’s been hurting considerable since morning,” explained the stout youth.