Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Deer -- Juvenile fiction; Mystery fiction
“Joe did,” Dick answered. “We had been downtown and were on our way
home by the back way, through the little patch of woods near Fountain
Park when Joe saw the deer. I had left him but he came running after me
to tell me. Then he said he’d keep the deer in sight and I was to come
for you.”
“So you did,” agreed Teddy. “But do you think that deer is going to
stay in one place while Joe watches him, and until you and I get
there?”
“Joe thought maybe he would,” said Dick. “Joe said the deer was feeding
right in that little patch of woods, and acted as if he were going to
stay there a while.”
“Well, maybe he will,” Teddy said. “Golly! This is swell! We have a
good chance to get that deer now!”
“Come on! Hurry!” advised Dick.
The two boys hurried on through the darkness. Now and then they
stumbled. Once Dick, who was in the lead, tripped and fell. Teddy
tumbled over him.
“Gosh! What happened, Dick?” asked Teddy.
“There was a ditch here. I didn’t see it.”
“I should say you didn’t! Well, anyhow, we know it’s here now,” Teddy
said rather ruefully as he got to his feet. “We should have brought
flashlights.”
“I guess you’re right,” Dick replied. “But Joe and I didn’t know we
were going deer hunting. We didn’t have time to go back and get our
flashlights.”
“That’s right. But I should have brought mine,” Teddy said. “Never
mind. We’ll go a bit slower from now on.”
This plan of advance worked well and in a short time Teddy and Dick
emerged into a little clearing near a small recreation spot on the edge
of town. The place was called Fountain Park.
“There’s Joe!” called Dick excitedly.
Teddy saw a figure dimly waving its arms in a signal to hurry.
“We’d better run!” Teddy advised.
In another few seconds he and Dick had joined their chum.
“Where is he?” demanded Teddy excitedly.
“He’s gone,” Joe replied.
“Gone? You mean the deer got away?”
“Yes. But he hasn’t gone far I guess. He walked off into the patch
of woods just before you fellows got here. I thought you weren’t ever
coming!”
“We came as fast as we could,” Dick said. “I fell down.”
“And I fell over him,” added Teddy. “But we’re here now. Do you know
which way the deer went?”
“Sure I do! Straight ahead. Follow me!”
Joe darted off in the darkness. Teddy and Dick followed. They were
out of the clearing now and into the small patch of woods which was
separated from Fountain Park by a highway. It was a seldom-used
thoroughfare and there was no traffic on it now.
“Did you see anybody near the deer?” asked Teddy as he and Dick trotted
along beside Joe.
“No. He was all alone. He was feeding quietly. Then, just before you
fellows got here, he seemed to take fright. He raised his head. I was
about fifty feet away and I could see him very well. Then, all of a
sudden, he turned around and walked off through the woods.”
“Maybe you scared him,” suggested Teddy.
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