“It will,” declared Mr. Crispen.
It did not take long to re-set the trap. Policeman Robbin watched for a while and then, jumping back over the fence, went on duty again.
“Well, we can leave now,” said the cobbler as he gave a last look all around the trap. “In the morning when you boys come here, you will find another sort of captive than Teddy in the trap.”
“Hadn’t you better come here with us?” suggested Teddy. “If we catch the deer, you will know better how to handle him than we will.”
“Yes, I’m an old hand with deer,” said Mr. Crispen. “I used to trap them out West. I had two or three for pets until they grew so big they were troublesome. Yes, I’ll come here with you. Stop at my house when you come to look in the trap. I’ll join you.”
Mr. Crispen’s house was next door to his shop.
“We’ll be here early,” warned Dick.
“Yes, I expect you’ll want to see the deer in the trap. Well, you can’t come any too early for me. I never sleep late. Just ring my bell and I’ll be with you.”
Leaving the trap in Mrs. Traddle’s garden, the boys and the cobbler started for their homes. In front of the candy store Teddy said:
“I feel sort of thirsty, fellows, after being caught in the trap. I’ll treat to soda if you want some.”