“Is it damaged any?”
“One propeller blade is chipped a bit,” Teddy answered. “Otherwise it’s all right. I’m lucky.”
“As usual,” chuckled Joe. “Just like now, when the mystery deer jumped over you instead of through you. Well, come on. Let’s get back and pick up our planes. We can have another race tomorrow. I’m going to put a bigger propeller on my model.”
“I’m going to use more rubber bands,” declared Dick. “See any more deer or other wild animals back of that rock, Teddy?”
“No, there are no more here. But that deer was resting here. He had a bed in the leaves. I’d like to know more about him.”
As Teddy walked up the little incline from the edge of the gully, carrying his plane, there came to his ears and those of his chums the shrill screams of girls.
“Help! Help!” cried the voices which Teddy and his chums knew to be those of Lucy Benson and Margie Kelly.
CHAPTER IV
MORE MYSTERY
When Lucy Benson’s brother told her she couldn’t watch him and his chums race their toy, model airplanes, the little girl felt sad for a few moments. Then her spirits rose as she said to herself determinedly: