“Now for those last two traps,” Bob said as they waved their friends good-bye from the end of the wharf.
“Guess we might as well put them one place as another seeing we haven’t been able to locate the least sign of anything that would indicate from what direction he, it or they come.”
“Well, now that we’re alone we’ll make a more thorough search.”
And for nearly three hours they hunted through the woods going as much as a half mile from the cabin, but at the end of the time they had to acknowledge that they were no wiser than at the start.
“It beats me,” Bob said mopping his forehead.
“Sure does,” Jack agreed as he sat down on a log.
“Well, what’ll we do with them?”
“Might’s well take ’em back, I guess.”
“No, we won’t do that. Let’s plant them near the others. The more we have there the more apt we are to catch something.”
“You’re the boss. Come on and let’s get at it.”