As Trouble blew harder on the whistle several birds in the trees seemed to sing in answer. And again, over the trees, came the hoarse voices of the crows.
“Caw! Caw! Caw-aw-aw!” they cried.
“Maybe they wants a whistle,” suggested Trouble.
“Maybe,” agreed Ted, with a laugh. “Well, I’m not going to make them any. That was a bold fellow to come down and take my knife like that!”
And when Ted and Trouble reached the bungalow and told what had happened, Janet said:
“Oh, Ted! Maybe that was Mr. Jenk’s tame crow.”
“What, the one that tried to fly away with my knife?”
“Yes, maybe that was Jim, the lame crow, and if you could have caught him we’d get ten dollars.”
Teddy shook his head.
“That wasn’t Jim crow,” he said.