Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Deer -- Juvenile fiction; Mystery fiction
“No, sir, boys! You’ve got to have a trap!” said Mr. Crispen. “Let me
set the trap for you and you’ll catch the deer just like that!” Again
he snapped his finger and thumb.
“But where are you going to set the trap?” asked Teddy.
“Ha!” chuckled the old cobbler. “That’s my secret. But I’ll let you in
on it. Come into my back room and I’ll tell you!”
Teddy and his chums were beginning to enjoy the entrance of Cobbler
Crispen into their search for the mysterious deer. They felt he would
be of much more help to them than the girls or even Fatty Nolan.
“Though maybe that lasso man with the star heel plates could tell
something if he wanted to,” Teddy whispered to his chums as they went
into the cobbler’s rear room.
“If we could catch him,” added Joe.
“Yes,” said Dick. “That lasso man is almost as mysterious as the deer.”
“Come on in, boys,” invited Mr. Crispen. “This is where I do my
thinking and planning,” he added. It was a small, rear room where he
kept an extra bench, some tools and his supplies. There were several
rolls of leather in the place and they gave it a strong odor, mixed
with that of shoemaker’s wax.
“Have you the deer trap here?” asked Joe.
“Oh, my goodness, no!” exclaimed the old cobbler. “I have to make the
trap. I brought you here to tell you where I plan to set it after I
have the trap made. I didn’t want any chance customer to hear about my
plan.”
“Why?” asked Teddy.
“Because,” answered Mr. Crispen with a quick look around as he shut the
door, “somebody else might try our plan of trapping the deer. They
might catch him ahead of us and then where would you boys be when the
reward money is paid?”
“Oh,” said Joe, “we aren’t sure any reward money is going to be paid.”
“Of course there will be!” insisted Mr. Crispen. “It’s a valuable deer,
from what you tell me. Whoever owns it will be glad to pay a reward to
get it back.”
“Maybe it might be a wild deer,” said Dick.
“Not from the way you tell me it acted,” said the cobbler, again
snapping his finger and thumb and nodding his head. “Most likely it
belongs to that lasso man. He’ll pay you for bringing it back.”
“Suppose he finds it first?” asked Teddy.
“We’ll get ahead of him. I’ll have my trap ready to set tomorrow
night,” said the cobbler. “I’ll work on it tonight and tomorrow. Folks
that are in a hurry for their shoes will have to wait. It isn’t every
day I get a chance to trap a deer. It’s like old times to me!” he
laughed.
“But won’t you want part of the reward money?” asked Dick.
“No, not a penny. You boys may divide it all,” was the answer.
“I tell you maybe there won’t be any!” insisted Joe.
“There was a reward when we found the mystery pony,” said Teddy. “Not
that I expect it. But maybe there might be one for the deer.”
“Of course there will be!” declared Mr. Crispen. “Now about setting
this trap. Where do you think I’m going to put it?”
“In the woods,” guessed Joe.
“In the fields,” said Dick.
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