CHAPTER XVIII
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When the tomato patch had been weeded and the dirt hoed into small hills around the roots of each plant, Teddy and his chums were free to go deer hunting.
“First,” decided Teddy as he led his friends from the garden, “we ought to wash up and then get something to eat.”
“I’m in favor of that last, anyhow,” Dick said. “Lead the way to the pantry, Teddy.”
Removing some of the grime and the stains of weeds from their hands, the boys sat on Teddy’s back stoop, disposing of several glasses of milk and some cookies which Teddy got from the kitchen.
“Now I feel strong enough to play with any deer!” declared Dick.
“Even one with big horns?” asked Joe.
“Bring on the deer—horns and all!” Dick challenged.
But though the boys spent the remainder of the afternoon scouting around for traces of the deer, they saw none and when night came they decided to give up the chase for the time being.