“That’s right,” Teddy agreed. “Maybe he can’t catch the deer, and our club will still have a chance to do it and solve the mystery.”
“Do you think it is much of a mystery?” asked Margie.
“You can’t tell,” said Lucy. “We didn’t think the dog was going to be a mystery, did we, Teddy?”
“No. Nor the pony and parrot, either. But they both turned out to be swell mysteries,” said Teddy.
“And I think the deer will,” declared Joe.
“Besides, the deer, there’s this mystery about Fatty Nolan,” said Dick. “Who is he, anyhow?”
This small mystery was soon solved. For though Fatty and the man with the rope did not appear again for some time, as the boys and girls were coming from the lane into the main highway they met Mr. Mason once more. The farmer was in a small auto and stopped to ask if the Mystery Club wanted a ride home.
“Thanks. If you will drop us off in town, near Mrs. Traddle’s store, we’ll be much obliged,” said Teddy.
“Why do you want to get out at Mrs. Traddle’s store?” asked Dick.
“Because I’m going to treat this club to sodas,” Teddy answered. “We’ve had a hard day. A soda will be good for us.”