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"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.
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