“Near the glen in Mason’s meadow, where we first saw the deer,” ventured Teddy. “All good places,” agreed Mr. Crispen. “But I know a better one. I’m going to put the trap in Mrs. Traddle’s garden,” exclaimed the old cobbler. “That’s the place where the deer came to feed and he’ll likely go back there. And we’ll trap him there!” “But maybe Mrs. Traddle won’t let you put the trap in her garden,” suggested Joe. “Oh, yes, I think she will,” said Mr. Crispen. “If she makes a fuss we’ll promise her some of the reward money for the damage the deer did. At least you boys can promise her some of the money. The reward is going to be all yours. I don’t want it. How’s that?” “Sounds all right to me,” Teddy admitted. “Swell!” said Joe. “Fine and dandy,” was Dick’s opinion. “All right then,” said the cobbler. “I’ll start making the trap. You boys get permission from Mrs. Traddle to set it in or near her garden, and tomorrow night we’ll catch that deer!” Mr. Crispen seemed very sure about it. Teddy and his chums hoped the plan would succeed. Anyhow, it promised to be exciting fun to set the trap. “But we’ll wait until tomorrow to ask Mrs. Traddle if we can put the trap in her garden,” Teddy suggested as he and his chums started for their homes. The next day they went to the cobbler’s shop again. The front door was closed and locked and a sign on it said: NO SHOES DELIVERED TODAY “I wonder where he’s gone?” said Dick. “Around in his back room, I’d say,” ventured Teddy. “Yes, here he is!” called Joe who had gone around the side path. “And he’s working on the trap,” he added as he looked in a window. “Come on, fellows!” Mr. Crispen was glad to see the boys. He let them in when they tapped at the rear door. In the middle of the back room was a box about twice the size of a dog kennel. “The trap is nearly finished,” said the cobbler. “It works this way,” and he demonstrated and explained. “The deer goes in this end,” he said. “It has an up-and-down sliding door. The other end is closed. As soon as the deer goes in, the sliding door drops and the deer is caught. It’s a regular box trap. Doesn’t hurt the deer at all.” “But what makes the sliding door fall?” asked Teddy. “The deer shuts it himself,” said Mr. Crispen. “How?” inquired Joe. “Like this,” and the cobbler showed the boys. “The door is held up and open by a catch. On the end of the catch, inside the box trap, is the bait. The deer starts to nibble the bait. This pulls out the catch and the door falls and the deer is caught.” “Are you sure he will go inside to nibble the bait?” asked Joe. “I’m positive,” declared Mr. Crispen. “What bait are you going to use?” asked Teddy. “A combination of carrots, cabbage, turnips and salt, all made into a sort of package,” was the answer. “No deer can keep from nibbling that. Now you boys go and get permission from Mrs. Traddle to put the trap in her garden.”