They went down a little farther into the gully and there saw Trouble. He was walking slowly along, holding out his hand in which he held a nut. And not far from him, skipping from limb to limb of a tree, was a large gray squirrel.
“Are you trying to catch that squirrel, Trouble?” asked Ted.
“No,” was the answer. “I want feed him an’ make him show me where Jim crow is.”
“You’d better go down there and get Trouble,” Janet advised her brother.
“I will,” he said.
“And maybe you might see Jim,” added the little Curlytop girl.
“I’ll look,” offered Ted. “Though if there was a crow here I guess he’d be cawing.”
However, there was no sight of the glistening black bird, and Ted made his way down the side of the gully. Trouble was on the very bottom, where the stream ran whenever there was any water, but the course was now dry. And because he was down in the gully, Trouble had not heard his brother and sister calling to him.
“Come back, Trouble! Let the squirrel go!” called Ted.
“I give him this nut!” insisted the little fellow. “He is a good squirrel an’——”