CHAPTER XVII
THE SAWDUST FIRE
Teddy was piling some sticks up against the stump, to make it look more like a playhouse. But as he heard his sister call out about the lame, tame crow, the Curlytop boy dropped the sticks and cried:
“Where is he? Show him to me and I’ll catch him and get the ten dollars. I’ll give you half! Where is he, Janet?”
“Up there!” and his sister pointed amid the trees.
Ted came and stood beside her until he could look up along her outstretched arm, hand and finger.
“What you playin’?” asked Trouble, who had come back, tired of looking for pretty stones. “I wants play game!”
“This isn’t any game,” explained Janet. “I’m showing Teddy where Mr. Jenk’s crow is—the lame, tame crow. Do you see him, Ted?” she asked.
AN INSTANT LATER HE SPREAD OUT HIS
WINGS AND SOARED AWAY.
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“Yes, I see a crow,” he answered a moment later. “But how do you know he is Mr. Jenk’s?”