“It wasn’t a tree root,” observed Fenn, as he turned to examine the object. “By cracky, boys!” he exclaimed. “Look here! It’s a whopping big mud turtle!”
CHAPTER XII
THE PLACE OF THE TURTLES
Fenn’s chums hurried over to where, in the gleam of a lantern, he was contemplating the slow-moving reptile. The turtle was a large one, of a common species, and was ambling along as if it did not at all mind the attention it had attracted.
“Grab it, Fenn!” exclaimed Ned. “It’ll be a dandy for your collection.”
“That’s what it will,” agreed the stout youth, and he grabbed up the turtle, which at once drew in its tail, head and claws, presenting no vantage spot to an enemy.
“By Caesar, here’s another!” exclaimed Bart, a moment later. “Another turtle, Fenn!”
“Yes, and here’s a third one!” added Frank. “It’s a big one, too, Fenn. Shall I catch it for you?”