As soon as Johnnie Green saw Mr. Turtle he let out a loud . And as soon as Mr. Turtle saw Johnnie, he 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.
 
up a long stick, Johnnie thrust it in front of Timothy Turtle, who seized it in his hooked .
 
Johnnie Green couldn't help laughing at him.
 
"You're a stupid old fellow!" he cried.p. 66 "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 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 . And his jaws hadp. 67 closed upon the stick in a vise-like hold. Johnnie 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 Gree............