"Of course, you goosey, what do you suppose I came out here for?" demanded Budd.
"But, Budd, will it be fair?" said Cherry, timidly.
"Fair!" muttered Budd; "it's fair enough if it's out first. It's their own fault if they don't know enough to get ahead of us."
"Did you think it all out yourself, Budd?" queried Cherry, admiringly, watching Budd's proceeding with wide-open eyes.
"Yup," said Budd, shortly.
They were not far from Hazel's hiding-place, and, by raising her head a few inches, she could see the whole process.
First Budd listened intently at one end of the egg, then at the other. He drew out a large pin from his pajamas and began very carefully to pick the shell.
"Oh, gracious, Budd! what are you doing?" cried Cherry.
"What you see," said Budd, a little crossly, for his conscience was not wholly at ease.
He picked and picked, and finally made an opening. He examined it carefully.