"
"A gopher isn't a fish!"
"I know it," said Teddy. "But you've got to keep quiet."
So he and Janet remained very quiet, watching the hole. Suddenly
Janet gave Teddy a slight tap with her hand. He had looked off to see
if the ponies were all right.
"What's the matter?" asked Teddy.
"Hush!" whispered Janet. "There he is."
She pointed to the gopher's hole. Teddy saw a tiny black nose and a
pair of sparkling eyes as a head was thrust a little way out of the
burrow.
"I'll get him!" cried the little boy.
With outstretched hand he made a grab toward the hole. But his
fingers only grasped a lot of dirt and stones. The gopher had dived
down back into his hole as soon as he saw Teddy's first move.
"Oh, he got away!" said Janet sorrowfully.
"Ill get him next time," declared Teddy.
But he did not. Three or four times more the little animal put his
small head and bright eyes out of the top of the hole, and each time
Teddy made a grab for him; but the gopher was too quick. Finally
Janet said:
"I guess we better go home, Teddy."
"Why?"
"Oh, it's getting late, and I'm getting hungry."
"So'm I. I'll wait until he comes up once more and then well go."
Once more the gopher peeped up, as if wondering why in the world
those two strange children did not go away and let him alone. Ted
made a grab for him, but missed and then the little boy said:
"Come on, Jan.
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