"Guess you fellows are forgetting about that "possum hunt?" drawled Cad Morgan as the boys came noisily into camp.
""Possum hunt?" cried Stacy, brightening at once.
"I wasn"t talking to you," answered Morgan witheringly. "Don"t break in when men are talking."
"Men? Where are your men? I want to go "possum hunting, too."
"So do I," chorused Ned and Walter. Tad did not speak. He was watching the Rangers to see if they meant it. Evidently they did.
"That"s so," answered Dippy. "We had plumb forgotten all about it.
We better get a move on or we won"t have that "possum for breakfast.
Ever go bag-baiting for "possum?" he demanded wheeling on Tad.
"I never did."
"Neither did I," interjected Stacy crowding in between Tad and the Ranger. "I want to bag a "possum."
"Better look sharp or the "possum will bag you," warned Pete Quash.
"I guess I"m not afraid of any "possum that ever climbed a tree.
Haven"t I killed lions and bob cats and fought Indians, and---"
"Stop it!" roared Dippy. "I"ll be worse"n my name if you keep filling me up with that line of talk."
"What"s bag-baiting "possum?" asked Walter.
"What! You never heard of bag-baiting?" demanded Cad.
"I never did."
"Well, you fellows are tenderfeet!"
"May we go along and help?" asked Chunky.
"What do you say, fellows?"
"We might let them on a pinch. I suppose they"ve got to learn some time."
"All right, you fellows may go out and help us, but it"s a job, mind you! You"ll get sick of it before you"ve finished."
"No we won"t," cried the boys.
"Well, I reckon we"d better be getting the stuff together," said Cad getting up wearily. "Though I"m afraid the roly-poly will plumb scare every "possum out of the community."
"If they don"t run at sight of you, they"ll stand for anything short of a ghost," retorted Stacy sarcastically.
Cad did not reply to this fling. He merely grinned. Tad saw more in that grin than did his companions, but he held his peace. He wanted to see the fun, even if it were still further at his own expense.
Preparations for the "possum hunt were at once begun. Two burlap sacks were procured from somewhere in the camp. These, with several candles and some stout sticks, made up the outfit for the "possum hunt.
"Where are you fellows going?" called Withem as he saw the outfit starting away.
"Hunting "possums," answered Dippy.
Lieutenant Withem smiled.
"I hope you bring back some for breakfast," called the professor. "I am fond of "possum."
"You won"t be of the "possum they catch," warned the lieutenant, in a low tone.
With pistol holsters slapping against their thighs, Rangers and Pony Rider Boys strode from the camp, circling to the left after leaving the rocky pa.s.s where they had their resting place. They followed around the base of the mountains for a half mile. The ground was thickly wooded with second growth and mesquite bush.
Cad finally called a halt.
"I reckon we"ll go in here," he said.
"Going to leave a bag here?" asked Polly.
"Sure. Here you, Perkins, catch bold of the bag."
"What do I do?" asked Walter.
"Wait; I"ll show you."
Morgan very carefully lighted a candle and stuck it into the ground, packing the dirt about it with his knife.
"Now you hold the bag open. Don"t move. Don"t jump if you see a "possum light into the bag. You see the light draws them. It hypnotizes them and they jump right into the light. That means they jump into the bag. The minute one hops in all you have to do is to close the bag, sling it over your shoulder and hike back to camp with it."
"That"s easy. I could catch "possums myself if that"s all a fellow has to do," declared Stacy.
"It"ll be your turn next, Fatty."
It was. After floundering through the bushes for some distance the Rangers stopped.
"Now, Fatty, it"s your turn," announced Cad. "You may have to wait around here for an hour or two while we beat up the bushes and drive the "possum in, but you won"t care. You"ll be glad you stayed when you get a nice fat "possum for your breakfast."
"I"ll catch him if he comes this way," replied the fat boy.
"You bet you"ll catch it," chuckled Dippy.
"How long do I stay here?"
"Till you git a "possum," answered Polly. "Mebby that"ll be in two minutes and mebby not in two hours, but you"ve got to stand very still.
If you move you"ll scare the whole pack of them back into their holes."
Stacy squared himself, holding the opening of the bag close up to the burning candle.