“Oh, there’ll surely be some!” declared the cobbler. “But I don’t want to open this trap out here in Mrs. Traddle’s garden. What we ought to do is let the deer stay in the trap. Then if we could load him, trap and all, on a sort of truck and take it to a barn, we could let the deer loose in the barn and catch him. Of course, we’d have to be sure the barn doors were shut. If we could do that—”
“There’s no reason why we can’t,” Teddy exclaimed. “Mr. Lanter, the butcher, has a truck. He often loads heavy boxes and barrels on it and he has a sort of windlass up under the front seat. We could fasten a rope to the trap and haul it up on Mr. Lanter’s truck with the rope and windlass. Then we could take the deer in the trap to our garage. A garage would be just as good as a barn, wouldn’t it, Mr. Crispen?”
“Sure, just as good. That’s a fine idea, Teddy. If I can use your telephone, Mrs. Traddle, I’ll ask Mr. Lanter to come here with his truck.”
“What’s that?” asked the old lady, who seemed to have gone deaf again. “You say you haven’t any luck? Why, I think you were very lucky to catch the deer on your first try.”
“No, I didn’t say LUCK!” shouted Mr. Crispen. “I said I want to telephone for Mr. Lanter’s TRUCK. I suppose I can?”
“Of course you can. But why didn’t you say so at first, instead of talking about your luck. The telephone is in the store.”
The cobbler went there with Mrs. Traddle. He got the butcher on the wire but was having a little hard work making Mr. Lanter understand what was wanted. The butcher could not be made to believe that a deer had been caught in Mrs. Traddle’s garden.
But finally Mr. Lanter said:
“All right, I’ll be right over with the truck.”
Mr. Crispen went out to the garden to tell the boys about the coming of the truck. Teddy, Joe and Dick were standing near the trap. The animal inside was plunging about more vigorously than before.