“Like what?” asked Joe.
“Like the horns of a deer,” Teddy answered. “Fellows, I think what scared us was a deer.”
“Scared? Who’s scared?” asked Dick.
“Weren’t you?” asked Teddy. “I was. And from the way you and Joe ducked, I’ll say you were scared, too.”
“Well, I was for a second, I guess,” admitted Dick. “At first, I thought it was a bobcat.”
“What would a lynx be doing in Mason’s woods?” asked Joe. “No one ever saw a wild animal in here.”
“Then what does Teddy mean by talking about a deer?” asked Dick. “Now I come to think of it, that animal did look something like a deer. It ran and jumped fast enough to be a deer, anyhow. But what would a deer be doing in Mason’s woods?”
“That’s what we have to find out,” Teddy said.
“You mean it might be another of those—those mysteries?” asked Joe.
“It might,” admitted Teddy. “Anyhow, isn’t it queer that we should meet a deer here.”