"Tell me, is it possible thet yer eyeteeth aire so far
secreted up inter yer head thet yer don't know erbout baggin' snipe?"
But all the answer Bud got was a wink.
"Now, what hez ther hombre got up his sleeve, I wonder?" said Bud, as he
wandered off.
Ted and Stella had an animated conversation a few minutes later out of
the sight and hearing of the others. But Stella walked off, smiling. She
knew.
It was just getting dark when the party left the ranch house.
Ted carried a large, empty sack over his shoulder. With the organizers
of the party went Bud, Ben, Kit, Carl, and Clay.
The maddest person in the house that evening was Stella, because she
couldn't go, too. But as she said good-by to the party from the steps of
the ranch house she smiled comprehensively at Ted.
A walk of a half mile brought the party to the edge of a small creek.
"Now," said Mr. Corrigan, "here's where you wait with the bag while we
go up to the creek and chase them down. You may have to wait a little
while, and you must have patience.
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