rip 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 shell 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