“Where will you set the trap, Mr. Crispen?”
“Why the best place would be where the deer comes. You’ve got to set a trap for deer near what is called a deer-run. Set a trap in some other place and you won’t catch a deer in a month of Sundays.”
“But where is a deer-run?” asked Dick.
“We don’t know of any,” added Joe.
“And,” added Teddy Benson, “we don’t know where to look next for the deer. If we did, we might be able to catch him without a trap.”
“No, sir, boys! You’ve got to have a trap!” said Mr. Crispen. “Let me set the trap for you and you’ll catch the deer just like that!” Again he snapped his finger and thumb.
“But where are you going to set the trap?” asked Teddy.
“Ha!” chuckled the old cobbler. “That’s my secret. But I’ll let you in on it. Come into my back room and I’ll tell you!”
Teddy and his chums were beginning to enjoy the entrance of Cobbler Crispen into their search for the mysterious deer. They felt he would be of much more help to them than the girls or even Fatty Nolan.
“Though maybe that lasso man with the star heel plates could tell something if he wanted to,” Teddy whispered to his chums as they went into the cobbler’s rear room.