“I’d give you youngsters this snapper, only I’m afraid you couldn’t handle him,” continued the friendly man. “Better get a pond turtle.”
“But how do we find one?” asked Vevi eagerly.
“Try Cabell’s pond. That place should be thick with them.”
Without telling the children how to reach the pond, the man walked away with his snapping turtle.
“I guess we may as well forget about the race,” sighed Connie, deeply discouraged.
“And not win ten dollars for our troop? Why, Connie Williams!”
“I’d like to win a race. But how can we ever find Cabell’s pond?”
Vevi had sighted Barney Fulsom far down the beach near Starfish Cottage.
“Let’s ask him,” she proposed. “He’s much more friendly than Mr. Curry. I’m sure he’ll tell us how to reach the turtle pond.”