When the picnic was over, Margie and Lucy hurried to their homes, which were close together.
“We want to tell the boys about the deer being near Buttermilk Falls,” said Margie.
“Then they can go look for it,” said Lucy.
But neither Teddy, Dick nor Joe was at home when the girls reached town.
“They started off early this morning, before you went to the picnic,” said Mrs. Benson. “They haven’t come back yet.”
“Didn’t they come home to lunch?” asked Lucy.
“No,” said her mother. “But that is nothing to worry about. Teddy said he might not be back. And he has money so he can buy a glass of milk and a sandwich if he needs it. Why are you so anxious about the boys?”
“We want to tell them about the mysterious deer,” said Lucy, as she and Margie related the story of the afternoon’s adventures.
Meanwhile Teddy and his chums were starting to have some adventures of their own. They had come back to town after the strange lassoing of Teddy near the spring. They went to the cobbler shop of Mr. Crispen.
“Heel plates, eh?” questioned the old shoe-maker as he looked up from his bench at the boys. “Yes, I have some.”