And everybody said that it was a great pity.
XIII
THE PLOT
Of all the creatures that walked or swam or flew, Timothy Turtle liked boys the least of all. He said that if they ever did anything except throw stones he had never caught them at it.
"It"s a wonder"--he often remarked--"it"s a wonder that there"s a stone left anywhere along this creek. I"ve lived here a good many years; and no boy ever spied me sunning myself on a rock in the water without trying to hit me."
Once in a great while some youngster was skillful enough to bounce a stone off Mr. Turtle"s back. And when the old scamp flopped into the water he always heard a great whooping from the bank.
At such times as likely as not Timothy had been awakened from a sound sleep. But when that jeering noise greeted his ears he knew at once what had struck him.
It was a good thing for him that he had a hard back. Nevertheless it always made him angry to be disturbed when he was taking a nap. And some people said that if Timothy Turtle ever grabbed a boy by his great-toe, when he was in swimming, that youngster would limp for many a day thereafter.
But the boys went in swimming just the same. Black Creek would have had to be alive with turtles to keep them out of it on a hot summer"s day.
Indeed Farmer Green often said that he wished his son Johnnie would spend half the time in the hayfield that he wasted around the creek.
When questioned by his father, Johnnie said that there was an old turtle in Black Creek that he wanted to catch.
"What are you going to do with him--make soup of him?" Farmer Green inquired solemnly.
Johnnie shook his head.
"I want to cut my initials on his sh.e.l.l and let him go," he explained.
"Then if I catch him again when I"m grown up I"ll know him when I find him.... I"ll put the date under my initials, too," Johnnie added.
Farmer Green laughed.
"When you"re grown up," he said, "you"ll have something else to do besides catching snapping turtles. This afternoon you may carve your initials on the hay-rake and then take it over to the big meadow and play with it."
For a few moments Johnnie Green couldn"t help looking glum. He had intended to visit the creek that very afternoon. But now he knew that his father expected him to work--to _work_ on one of the finest days of the whole summer!
"I"ll let you off all day to-morrow," Farmer Green said. "And you know there"s that calf I told you I"d give you if you helped me with the haying."
And then Johnnie actually smiled.
Well, the next morning was just as fine as the afternoon before. And Johnnie Green set off early for Black Creek, with his pockets stuffed full of cherries, because he was afraid he might get hungry. He ate a few of them on the way to the creek. But when he reached that delightful place he found something that made him forget what he had in his pockets. For there near the top of the bank, too far from the water to escape him--there lay Timothy Turtle himself, taking a sun-bath on the warm sand.
XIV
CAUGHT!
As soon as Johnnie Green saw Mr. Turtle he let out a loud whoop. And as soon as Mr. Turtle saw Johnnie, _he_ scrambled up and made awkwardly for the water as fast as he could go.
But Timothy"s fastest, on land, was so slow that Johnnie Green stopped him in two seconds.
Catching up a long stick, Johnnie thrust it in front of Timothy Turtle, who promptly seized it in his hooked jaws.
Johnnie Green couldn"t help laughing at him.
"You"re a stupid old fellow!" he cried. "You could bite that stick all day and not hurt me."
But Timothy Turtle said never a word. He wished, however, that he could shift his grip to one of Johnnie"s bare toes. He rather thought, if he could have done that, that Johnnie Green would give such a yell as had never before been heard in Pleasant Valley.
But Johnnie was careful. After catching Mr. Turtle he hardly knew what to do with him. All summer long Johnnie had kept his jackknife sharp as a razor, ready to carve his initials on Mr. Turtle"s hard sh.e.l.l whenever the chance came. The knife was in his pocket. There was Mr. Turtle before him on the sand. And yet Johnnie was puzzled.
Close at hand his captive looked fiercer than he had appeared at a distance, lying on a rock in the creek. And his jaws had closed upon the stick in a vise-like hold. Johnnie winced when he tried to imagine how he would feel with Mr. Turtle fastened firmly to a toe or a finger.
It was not a pleasant thought. But Johnnie Green soon had a happier one: why not turn the old scamp over upon his back?
Johnnie had heard that a turtle was helpless when upset in that way. And he had already made up his mind to flop this one over when he realized that even with his captive upside down there was still a certain difficulty.
To be sure, Mr. Turtle couldn"t walk away. But he could bite just the same. And how was a boy going to carve his initials on anybody"s back, when that person was lying on it?
Johnnie Green saw that that plan wouldn"t do at all. But he turned Timothy over, just for fun, upsetting him neatly by lifting him on the stick--for Timothy had not sense enough to let go of it in time to save himself.
Johnnie stayed there only long enough to make sure that Timothy Turtle was unable to move. And he soon decided that the savage old rascal would have to lie on his back until somebody came along and tipped him over.
Then Johnnie Green scampered away.
To be sure, Mr. Turtle wriggled his legs, and twisted his neck about.
But all his wiggling and twisting were of not the slightest help to him.
It was the first time in his long life that he had ever found himself in that position on land. And he was both frightened and angry.
Old Mr. Crow, who had a way of knowing when there was anything unusual going on, arrived in time to hear Timothy"s remarks. And what he said about boys--and especially about Johnnie Green--made Mr. Crow catch his breath.
XV
THE REDSKINS" WAY
Of course Timothy Turtle was glad that Johnnie Green was gone. But he was far from happy, lying helpless on his back on the bank of Black Creek.
He told Mr. Crow that he hoped Johnnie would forget to come back again--a remark which made old Mr. Crow laugh. Being very wise, he saw at once that Timothy Turtle knew next to nothing about boys.