“There’s no reason why we can’t,” Teddy exclaimed. “Mr. Lanter, the butcher, has a truck. He often loads heavy boxes and barrels on it and he has a sort of windlass up under the front seat. We could fasten a rope to the trap and haul it up on Mr. Lanter’s truck with the rope and windlass. Then we could take the deer in the trap to our garage. A garage would be just as good as a barn, wouldn’t it, Mr. Crispen?” “Sure, just as good. That’s a fine idea, Teddy. If I can use your telephone, Mrs. Traddle, I’ll ask Mr. Lanter to come here with his truck.” “What’s that?” asked the old lady, who seemed to have gone deaf again. “You say you haven’t any luck? Why, I think you were very lucky to catch the deer on your first try.” “No, I didn’t say LUCK!” shouted Mr. Crispen. “I said I want to telephone for Mr. Lanter’s TRUCK. I suppose I can?” “Of course you can. But why didn’t you say so at first, instead of talking about your luck. The telephone is in the store.” The cobbler went there with Mrs. Traddle. He got the butcher on the wire but was having a little hard work making Mr. Lanter understand what was wanted. The butcher could not be made to believe that a deer had been caught in Mrs. Traddle’s garden. But finally Mr. Lanter said: “All right, I’ll be right over with the truck.” Mr. Crispen went out to the garden to tell the boys about the coming of the truck. Teddy, Joe and Dick were standing near the trap. The animal inside was plunging about more vigorously than before. Suddenly there was an extra loud bang, a rending crash of wood and the front end of the trap splintered outward. “He’s breaking loose!” yelled Joe. “He’s out!” shouted Teddy as the whole end of the trap gave way and the captive leaped out. “Catch him! Catch that deer!” yelled Mr. Crispen. There was a flash of heels, a shaking of horns in the sunlight and the animal leaped over the garden fence and galloped down the road. At the same time Teddy yelled: “That wasn’t a deer at all!” CHAPTER XVI TEDDY IS UPSET The escape of the animal from the cobbler’s cage so surprised Joe and Dick that at first they did not understand what Teddy had shouted. Even Mr. Crispen was startled. As for Mrs. Traddle, who had followed the shoemaker out to the garden after the telephone talk, she gave a loud cry when the trap was broken by the escaping captive. Then Mrs. Traddle rushed into the house, slammed shut and locked the door and cried: “Send for the police! Send for the police!” But when another shout of Teddy had echoed in the ears of his chums, and they had time to calm down, Joe asked: “What did you say, Teddy?” “I said that was no deer.” “What was it?” asked Dick. “A goat!” Teddy exclaimed. “And it looked like that big goat Tony Pasqualla keeps in a shack near his garden.” “A goat?” repeated Dick. “Yes, a goat,” declared Teddy again. “I had a better look at it than you fellows. It was a goat as sure as anything.”