"Nothing but a scarecrow," said Bobby.
"Yes. But it has clothes on it. I'm going to take them. I'm not going up to that house without anything more on me than what I've got."
Bobby began to chuckle at that. It seemed too funny for anything to rob a scarecrow. But Fred was pushing his way through the corn toward the absurd figure.
Suddenly Fred uttered another yell—this time his famous warwhoop:
"Scubbity-yow! I got him!"
"You got who?" demanded Bobby, hurrying after his chum.
"This is some o' that Ap Plunkit's doings—the mean thing! Look here!" and he snatched the cap off the scarecrow's head of straw.
"Why—that looks like your cap, Fred," gasped Bobby.
"And it is, too."
"That—that's just the stripe of your shirt!"