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Castlemon, Harry, [pseud.], 1842-1915

"The Boy Trapper"

They
followed it at a respectful distance, as it made the rounds of the
traps (they did not know that they also were followed by somebody,
who kept a sharp eye on all their movements), and Bob grew angry
every time he saw more quails added to those already in the coop.
"Those fellows are always lucky," he growled. "I'll warrant that if
we visit those traps we set yesterday, we'll not find a single bird
in them. Don and Bert are hauling them in by dozens."
"So much the better for us," returned his companion. "Every quail
they catch makes it just so much easier for us to earn seventy-five
dollars apiece."
Bob, feeling somewhat mollified by this view of the case, turned his
attention to Don and his brother, who, having visited all their traps
by this time, climbed into the wagon and drove toward home.


CHAPTER XVI.
DON'S HOUNDS TREE SOMETHING.

Lester and his companion followed the wagon at a safe distance and
saw it driven to the negro quarters, which were located about half
a mile below the General's house. It stopped in front of one of the
cabins, and Don and Bert began the work of transferring the quails
from the coop to the building in which they were to remain until they
were sent up the river.


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