“What’s the matter with you two?” demanded John, completely taken aback by their strange behavior.
“Oh, String,” said George. “If you only knew.”
“Well, why don’t you tell me?” exclaimed John. “What sort of a game have you put up on Grant anyway?”
“Do you see that heron he’s after?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“Well, it’s dead. Fred and I found it on the shore and stuck it up behind that log. Just wait till Grant finds it out,” and the two conspirators hugged each other delightedly.
CHAPTER XXV—THE WORM TURNS
Meanwhile Grant was stalking his game. He crouched low and making as much speed as was consistent with quietness, he hurried along.