“I don’t know,” the cobbler had to admit.
“Why, I thought you said you had caught lots of deer.”
“So I have. But I never made any soothing noises to ’em,” chuckled Mr. Crispen. “They didn’t seem to need such attention. But now this is a wild and tearing sort of critter and it isn’t going to be easy to get him quiet and out of this trap.”
“If that man with the lasso was here, he could help,” said Joe.
“Yes, but he isn’t here,” spoke Mr. Crispen.
“I’ve got that lasso home,” Teddy said. “Shall I go get it and lasso the deer after you open the trap and let him out?”
“Can you lasso?” asked Mr. Crispen.
“Not very good,” Teddy had to admit.
“Then I guess we’d better not try that,” said the cobbler. “If I open that door and let the deer back out, he’s going to run loose and cut up something fierce! He’s scared like. Then he’ll do a lot more damage to Mrs. Traddle’s garden—maybe more than the reward money would cover.”
“If there is any reward money,” Teddy pointed out.