It is time for me to stop and rest when I begin
to catch crabs."
There was a boat in the bayou, and Don and Bert Gordon were in it.
They were so close at hand, too, that flight was impossible.
"I don't think there's much difference between riding on horseback
and rowing in a boat, as far as the work is concerned," said the same
voice. "I've done about all I can do to-day. There don't seem to be
any ducks in the bayou; so we'll stop here and take a breathing spell
before we go back."
"Is thar any place in the wide world a feller could crawl into
without bein' pestered by them two oneasy chaps?" whispered Dan,
jumping up from his block of wood and looking all around, as if he
were seeking a way of escape.
"Not a word out of you," replied Godfrey, shaking his fist at his
son.
Following Godfrey's example, Dan threw himself behind one of the
piles of cane, and the two held their breath and listened.
CHAPTER VII.
WHAT HAPPENED THERE.
"You're not going to get out, are you, Don?" asked Bert, and as he
was not more than four or five rods away, every word he uttered was
distinctly heard by the two listeners in the cane.
"I want to stretch my legs a little," was Don's reply.
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