“Why, whatever have you got?” Will exclaimed, rubbing his eyes.
“Is that the way you fellows fetch a deer home?” demanded Bluff; and then gaped anew when he discovered a head raised above the side of the litter.
CHAPTER XV—A COOK STAMPEDE
“Why, it isn’t a deer at all!” cried Will.
“Looks like that boy on the train, what’s his name—Teddy!” exclaimed the sharp-eyed Bluff. A minute later he saw that his guess was a good one, as the bearers of the litter set it down before the cabin door.
“Whatever has happened to him; Jerry, I hope you didn’t mistake him for a deer, and shoot him in the leg?” Bluff burst out, for he had already discovered that the boy’s left limb was bound up in some rude fashion.
At that Jerry hardly knew whether to look indignant, or laugh.
“Well, I hope I can tell a deer better than to take a boy for one,” he remarked, “though I know lots of people are shot every year in the woods all over the country, just because hunters will dress in brown khaki or corduroy. But it happens that poor Teddy got his leg into a bear trap, you see.”
Of course that aroused the curiosity of the two stay-at-homes more than ever.
“Tell us about it, won’t you?” they pleaded.