“If he’d only pop like a cork coming from a bottle we’d be certain,” said Teddy. “Then I’d get him.”
“How can you get him?” Janet wanted to know.
“I’ll climb the tree!” cried Teddy. “I can do it!”
He started toward the tree, but just then Janet cried:
“Look! I think he’s going to pop!” She meant that the crow might be going to imitate the pulling of a cork from a bottle. “He’s got his mouth open,” went on Janet.
Teddy, too, saw this, and he was beginning to make very sure that it was Mr. Jenk’s crow when suddenly, as the black bird had his mouth open, there sounded at some distance in the woods the cry of:
“Caw! Caw! Caw!”
It was another crow hoarsely calling, and as the noise came to the crow that was standing on one leg, he gave forth an answering:
“Caw! Caw! Caw!”
“Oh, dear!” cried Janet as she heard this. “He was just going to pop the cork when that other crow hollered and made him holler. But I’m sure it was Mr. Jenk’s lame, tame crow, Ted.”