“Near the glen in Mason’s meadow, where we first saw the deer,” ventured Teddy.
“All good places,” agreed Mr. Crispen. “But I know a better one. I’m going to put the trap in Mrs. Traddle’s garden,” exclaimed the old cobbler. “That’s the place where the deer came to feed and he’ll likely go back there. And we’ll trap him there!”
“But maybe Mrs. Traddle won’t let you put the trap in her garden,” suggested Joe.
“Oh, yes, I think she will,” said Mr. Crispen. “If she makes a fuss we’ll promise her some of the reward money for the damage the deer did. At least you boys can promise her some of the money. The reward is going to be all yours. I don’t want it. How’s that?”
“Sounds all right to me,” Teddy admitted.
“Swell!” said Joe.
“Fine and dandy,” was Dick’s opinion.
“All right then,” said the cobbler. “I’ll start making the trap. You boys get permission from Mrs. Traddle to set it in or near her garden, and tomorrow night we’ll catch that deer!”
Mr. Crispen seemed very sure about it. Teddy and his chums hoped the plan would succeed. Anyhow, it promised to be exciting fun to set the trap.
“But we’ll wait until tomorrow to ask Mrs. Traddle if we can put the trap in her garden,” Teddy suggested as he and his chums started for their homes.