It was two days after this that Teddy was down in the far end of the house garden, doing a little weeding. The garden was one in which Teddy had an interest. It was a tomato patch and his father had said Teddy could have half of the tomatoes to sell if he would keep the patch weeded and the vines up off the ground on little wooden supports. It was in the afternoon and Teddy was stooping down, pulling out some weeds when he suddenly felt himself touched on the back. “Hey, quit that!” he called, thinking it was either Dick or Joe who had sneaked up on him. There was no answer. But a moment later Teddy suddenly was upset and thrust forward so that he fell flat on the ground among the tomato vines. CHAPTER XVII ON THE DEER’S TRAIL Scrambling to his feet, Teddy whirled around thinking to confront one of his chums who had upset him. Teddy was angry. He started to say: “What’s the big idea? What right have you to--” That was as far as Teddy got. For as he stood up and turned to look, he saw neither Joe nor Dick. But rapidly disappearing from view across a field adjoining the Benson garden, and heading for Mason’s woods, was the mystery deer. “There he goes!” cried Teddy, very much excited. “There he goes! He upset me! Gosh! What do you know about that! I’ve got to catch that deer now!” Teddy darted toward the edge of the garden. There was no fence around it. He started to race after the deer. But the animal was so swift it had vanished in the woods before Teddy was half way across the field that adjoined Mason’s meadow. “That deer sure can travel!” exclaimed Teddy admiringly as he slowed up. “But why did he upset me--and how?” Teddy squirmed around far enough to look at the back of his slacks. He saw a small hole that had not been there before and he understood what had happened. The deer had sneaked up so quietly behind Teddy that the boy had never heard a sound. He was intent on his weeding and so had been taken off guard. “And I was sort of figuring,” Teddy said afterward, when he met his chums and told them the story, “how much I might make by selling my tomatoes. Then, all of a sudden, I was upset. I thought sure one of you fellows had done it.” “Are you sure it was the deer?” asked Joe. “Sure! Who else could it be? There was no one else in sight. And I saw the deer running away. He just sneaked up behind me, hooked a prong of his horns into my slacks and turned me over.” “Did he hurt you?” asked Dick. “No. Didn’t even scratch me. But he put a hole in my slacks.” “He was just playing with you,” said Joe. “Well, maybe it was play, or maybe he meant to tell me that we should stop trying to catch him,” Teddy said. “But it proves one thing, fellows.” “What?” Dick wanted to know. “That the mystery deer is still around here. And we are going to catch him!” “How?” asked Joe. “We’ll take the trail again!” said Teddy firmly. “We’ll chase that deer until we catch him. Are you with me?”