Why should he not stop work and let
things take their own course, as his brother did? He reached home
while he was revolving this question in his mind, and the first
person he saw when he climbed the fence and walked toward the
shingle-pile to resume work upon his traps, was his brother Dan.
"Whar you been an' what you been a doin' of?" demanded the latter, as
if he had a right to know.
"I've been over to Don's house," answered David; "and while I was
there I found out that you and father borrowed my ten dollars."
"'Tain't so nuther," cried Dan, trying to look surprised and
indignant.
"I believe everything Don and Bert tell me. They have never lied to
me and you have."
"Whoop!" yelled Dan, jumping up and knocking his heels together.
"I mean every word of it," said David, firmly. "You have got me into
a tight scrape, but I'll work out of it somehow. And let me tell you
one thing, Dan; you'll never have a chance to steal any more of my
money."
"Then why don't you divide it like a feller had oughter do?" asked
Dan, angrily.
"Why don't you divide with mother and me when you have some?"
"Kase I work hard for it an' it b'longs to me; that's why." And
knowing by his past experience that he could not hold his own in an
argument with his brother, Dan turned about and went into the house.
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