“He told me to go home an’ not bother him, ’cause he was goin’ to catch a squirrel an’ have the squirrel find the lost crow,” said Henry. This was quite a long sentence for him, and having gotten it out he turned around and walked off.
“Where you going?” asked Janet.
“Home,” was all Henry answered.
And home he went.
But Ted and Janet hurried on to the little gully, or valley, in the woods. There was no water flowing in it now and the place was quite dry. As the Curlytops reached the edge of it, they heard, down below them, some one pushing through the dried bushes.
“Trouble! Trouble!” cried Ted. “Are you there?”
“Yes, I here,” was the reply. “Don’t scare my squirrel!”
“Your squirrel!” exclaimed Janet. “Have you caught one?”
“I get him pretty soon,” Trouble called back. “I almost got him twice, but he skips!”
“Squirrels are great skippers,” laughed Ted.