“Not from the way you tell me it acted,” said the cobbler, again snapping his finger and thumb and nodding his head. “Most likely it belongs to that lasso man. He’ll pay you for bringing it back.”
“Suppose he finds it first?” asked Teddy.
“We’ll get ahead of him. I’ll have my trap ready to set tomorrow night,” said the cobbler. “I’ll work on it tonight and tomorrow. Folks that are in a hurry for their shoes will have to wait. It isn’t every day I get a chance to trap a deer. It’s like old times to me!” he laughed.
“But won’t you want part of the reward money?” asked Dick.
“No, not a penny. You boys may divide it all,” was the answer.
“I tell you maybe there won’t be any!” insisted Joe.
“There was a reward when we found the mystery pony,” said Teddy. “Not that I expect it. But maybe there might be one for the deer.”
“Of course there will be!” declared Mr. Crispen. “Now about setting this trap. Where do you think I’m going to put it?”
“In the woods,” guessed Joe.
“In the fields,” said Dick.