They had not yet reached the launch when a hail from Jerry brought them both to a standstill.
“Hey, wait!” he yelled, but they paid no heed to the order, for at any moment that animal might dash out of the cave and get away.
Tom climbed into the boat and Arthur followed.
“I saw the rope here—” began Tom, but Jerry was now climbing in and still saying something.
“A sandwich!” he finally managed to exclaim. “They want a sandwich.”
“I guess you won’t have any sandwich,” declared Tom, not in the most amiable tones.
“They want it!”
“What for?” demanded Arthur.
“For the deer,” replied the impatient Jerry.
“A sandwich—for—a deer!” gasped Tom, pausing with a cushion in one hand and a life preserver in the other.