“How do you know?” asked Joe.
“Because if it was a dog it would have barked. And it wasn’t a calf.”
“How do you know that?” Teddy asked.
“If it was a calf,” reasoned Dick, “it would have bleated. Besides, what would a farmer’s calf be doing in these woods?”
“I guess you’re right there,” Teddy agreed. “Of course, a farmer’s calf could have strayed into these woods. But it ran too fast for a calf.”
“And it jumped better than any calf I ever saw,” reported Dick. “Why, it jumped right over you, Teddy.”
“Yes, I saw that. I also saw something else.”
“What?” his two chums wanted to know.
Teddy Benson arose and brushed the dry, brown pine-needles off his clothes. Then he looked back into the gully and made sure his white-winged airplane was still in sight. It was so Teddy went on:
“I saw some horns and they weren’t the kind of horns a calf wears. They were quite different—branching horns, you know.”