“Look over there!”
Vevi gazed at the log. At first she didn’t notice anything unusual. But as she kept looking, something moved. She caught a little flash of yellow.
Sunning itself on the log was a big snapping turtle. On its shell had been printed a name in yellow paint.
“That’s HIM!” whispered Jamie, moving stealthily through the water. “That’s Clover! Hold your breath, Vevi. I’m going to nail that old boy!”
CHAPTER 12
FOUND IN THE REEDS
WHILE Vevi stood perfectly still, Jamie sneaked up on the turtle. Clover was sunning himself on the log, barely moving his claws.
Closer and closer Jamie crept, taking care not to splash in the water. He was almost on the turtle when it stretched its neck sideways. Apparently it saw the boy, for quick as a flash it flopped into the water.
“Oh, dear, there goes my chance of winning the race Saturday,” sighed Vevi. “We’ll never get him now.”
Jamie watched but the turtle did not reappear on the surface of the pond.