“That’s the way it’s been going on since daylight,” explained Mrs. Traddle. “If you hadn’t come when you did I was going to telephone you. I was getting sort of scared.” “There is no danger,” said Mr. Crispen. He peered through a crack in the trap at the animal inside. So did the boys. They could not get a very good view. Though there were many cracks in the box trap, none of them was large enough to give a good view. But the boys and the cobbler had glimpses of an animal with brown and white hair and also with horns. “That’s a deer, all right,” asserted the cobbler. “We’ve caught him just as I said we would.” “The next thing,” said Teddy, “is to get him out of this trap and tie him up some place. He seems wild.” “He is wild!” declared Mrs. Traddle. “He’s been wild ever since he was in that trap. I tried to quiet him but I couldn’t.” “What did you do to quiet him?” asked Teddy. “Well, I tried to whistle and make noises as I would to a dog. I don’t expect,” said Mrs. Traddle slowly, “they were the right sort of noises to make to a deer in a trap.” “No,” said Mr. Crispen with a short laugh, “they weren’t. Not to a deer in a trap or out of a trap.” “What kind of noises should you make to quiet a deer?” asked Mrs. Traddle. “I don’t know,” the cobbler had to admit. “Why, I thought you said you had caught lots of deer.” “So I have. But I never made any soothing noises to ’em,” chuckled Mr. Crispen. “They didn’t seem to need such attention. But now this is a wild and tearing sort of critter and it isn’t going to be easy to get him quiet and out of this trap.” “If that man with the lasso was here, he could help,” said Joe. “Yes, but he isn’t here,” spoke Mr. Crispen. “I’ve got that lasso home,” Teddy said. “Shall I go get it and lasso the deer after you open the trap and let him out?” “Can you lasso?” asked Mr. Crispen. “Not very good,” Teddy had to admit. “Then I guess we’d better not try that,” said the cobbler. “If I open that door and let the deer back out, he’s going to run loose and cut up something fierce! He’s scared like. Then he’ll do a lot more damage to Mrs. Traddle’s garden--maybe more than the reward money would cover.” “If there is any reward money,” Teddy pointed out. “Oh, there’ll surely be some!” declared the cobbler. “But I don’t want to open this trap out here in Mrs. Traddle’s garden. What we ought to do is let the deer stay in the trap. Then if we could load him, trap and all, on a sort of truck and take it to a barn, we could let the deer loose in the barn and catch him. Of course, we’d have to be sure the barn doors were shut. If we could do that--”