Teddy and the Mystery Deer

by Howard Roger Garis

Then Mrs. Traddle rushed into the house, slammed shut and locked the door and cried:

“Send for the police! Send for the police!”

But when another shout of Teddy had echoed in the ears of his chums, and they had time to calm down, Joe asked:

“What did you say, Teddy?”

“I said that was no deer.”

“What was it?” asked Dick.

“A goat!” Teddy exclaimed. “And it looked like that big goat Tony Pasqualla keeps in a shack near his garden.”

“A goat?” repeated Dick.

“Yes, a goat,” declared Teddy again. “I had a better look at it than you fellows. It was a goat as sure as anything.”

“Well, then,” said Mr. Crispen, who was getting over his disappointment at the animal’s escape, “no wonder it broke my trap, strong as it was. That goat just butted through the boards.”