At Whispering Pine Lodge by Lawrence J. Leslie
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rigged up that might fill the bill."
"Of course you mean to show them to us, Obed?" Steve burst out with; "for if you didn't, and we were left in charge here, one of us might fall into the pit, and get knocked out, which would be tough luck, I'm thinking." "Oh! I meant to show you, Steve," asserted the fur farmer, quickly. "And if so be yuh'll come along with me right now, we'll take a look at the contraptions, which, of course, yuh understand, are only meant for night-times, and tuh help out when Jerry wouldn't be around for me to sorter lean on." Being boys who did things themselves, it was only natural that the four chums should feel a decided interest in what Obed had just said. Even Max showed an eagerness to go forth and examine the said traps. He could speculate as to what their character might turn out to be, but this only added a little more spice to the occasion. So when Obed turned and started off, with a beckoning finger that enticed them to follow his lead, none of the quartette held back. CHAPTER X TRAPS FOB NIGHT PROWLERS "Yuh see," remarked Obed, turning around as they drew near the first |
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