"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. Now we'll go home!"