“Get out of there! Get out of my meadow! Get out!”
CHAPTER VI
FATTY NOLAN
Teddy Benson and his two chums were so surprised, for a moment, at hearing the ordering voice that they made no move to obey. They assumed, of course, the order was for them. Though it was the first time they had ever been told to get out of Mr. Mason’s meadow. But the voice cried again:
“Get out, I tell you! I don’t want you in my meadow spoiling the fodder. Next I know you’ll be eating all my corn and beans! Get out before I get my gun!”
“Say, he can’t mean us!” exclaimed Teddy. “Mr. Mason wouldn’t talk that way to us.”
“Besides,” added Joe. “We aren’t hurting his meadow fodder.”
“And we surely aren’t going to eat his corn and beans,” said Dick. “What’s he mean—talking about getting his gun?”
“I have it!” suddenly exclaimed Teddy. “Mr. Mason must mean the mysterious deer. He’s trying to drive the deer away. They eat garden crops, you know.”
“But is this Mr. Mason?” asked Joe.