“Sure did,” Bart responded.
Coming over to the milk truck, he opened the punctured lid of the cardboard box, so that the girls could peep at the frightened creature flopping inside.
“After you’ve displayed him at camp, better let him fly away,” the milkman advised. “He’ll find his way back to the cave.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to keep him shut up,” Ardeth replied. “That would be cruel. I promise to let him go by tonight.”
“Fine!” Bart approved, climbing into the milk wagon and starting the motor. “Now I want you girls to make me another one.”
“Another promise?” asked Ardeth, carefully holding the box Bart had placed in her hands.
“Yes, I want you to stay away from here unless you’re with a forest ranger or some man.”
“Away from the cave, you mean?” Judy questioned, rather surprised by the request.
“From the cave, and also away from this private road.”
“But why?”