“Did you get him?”
“No, he got away.”
“Hum,” remarked Mr. Benson. “Seems to me you boys are going to a lot of trouble about a deer.”
“We don’t like to be stumped,” Teddy said.
“Hum. Well, I can understand that. But you’d better come in the front door instead of trying to climb that rope, Teddy.”
“Yes, I guess maybe I had,” Teddy agreed. “I’m going to make a rope ladder after we catch that deer. A rope ladder is much easier to climb.”
For the next two days the three boys, aided occasionally by the girls, made a search for the mystery deer. But though Teddy and his chums several times were sure they saw the trail of the animal in the woods and field owned by Mr. Mason, they could get no real glimpse of the deer itself.
Then one afternoon, when the three chums were scouting around, they saw the deer as it came out of the woods and began feeding in the meadow.
“There he is!” cried Teddy.
“Sure enough!” yelled Dick.