Tired from the day’s work in the garden and from following a deer trail that led nowhere, Teddy was reading in his room that evening when he heard a rattle of gravel against the window. At the same time he heard what seemed to be a tree-toad trilling.
Casting aside his book, Teddy jumped to the window, the lower sash of which was open since it was a warm night. The gravel had rattled against the upper panes.
Teddy whistled back the tree-toad signal and called down:
“Is that you, Joe?”
“It’s Dick,” was the answer.
“What’s the matter?” Teddy wanted to know. “This isn’t secret club night, is it?”
“No,” answered Dick. “But I thought maybe you couldn’t get out to go with me and Joe, so I gave the secret signal.”
“Go where?” demanded Teddy.
“After the deer. Joe saw him. He’s keeping him in sight and I came for you. Hurry!”
“I’ll be right down,” Teddy answered.