“But what could have frightened them?” asked Joe Denton. “The voices sounded as if they came from the meadow. And we crossed the meadow a little while ago and there was nothing there.”
“Unless it was that mysterious deer,” spoke Teddy.
“But the deer didn’t run out toward the meadow,” objected Joe. “We saw it go back down in the gully.”
“You can’t tell which way a deer will go,” Teddy declared. “They can swing around and double on their trail and do all sorts of queer things. Especially if they think somebody is after them.”
“Well, we weren’t after this deer,” laughed Dick. “It was more like he was after us.”
“Anyhow we have to go see what scared the girls,” decided Teddy. He held fast to his model plane, which, he was glad to note, did not appear to be much damaged. He and his chums hurried out of the woods into the open meadow.
“Nobody here,” announced Dick who was the first to reach it.
“Not a sign of the girls,” added Joe.
“Nor the deer, either,” said Teddy. “Maybe it was a false alarm.”
“But we heard the girls scream,” said Joe. “And we saw a deer. There’s something funny about it all. We’d better have a look around. But first I’m going to get my plane.”