“I wonder if there’s any lobsters in them now?” ventured Janet.
“No, I don’t guess so,” answered Ted.
“Look, Trouble,” went on Janet, calling her small brother. “This is how a lobster goes into a pot.”
Janet had with her a rag doll, and she now thrust this treasure into the large funnel-like opening of one of the lobster pots. Close up to the round hole in the fish net part of the trap the little girl thrust her doll.
Suddenly she gave a startled cry.
“What’s the matter?” called Ted, turning back, for he had walked on.
“Something in one of the pots grabbed my doll away from me!” answered Janet. “I guess a lobster took my rag doll, Teddy!”
CHAPTER XII
WHERE IS TROUBLE?
Teddy Martin came racing back up the sandy beach in answer to his sister’s cry.
“What’s the matter?” asked the Curlytop boy. He had been watching a distant fish hawk diving for a fish, and Ted was anxious to see if the bird got something for his dinner and for the little, whistling fish hawks in the nest back in the dead tree. “What happened, Janet?” he inquired.