When the boys came back they took time to eat lunch, after which the coop was put into the wagon, and they set out to visit the traps they had set the day before.
"There's nothing here," said Bert, as he drew rein in front of the thicket in which the first trap was located.

He could not see the trap, but his ears told him all he wanted to know.

If there had been any quails in it they would have uttered their notes of alarm as soon as they heard the wagon coming.
"No, there's nothing here!" said Don, after listening a moment.

"I'll scatter a little more corn about and make sure that the trap is all right." He got out of the wagon as he spoke, and while he was working his way into the thicket he flushed a blue-jay, which flew into a tree close by and scolded him with all its might.

Don shied a stick at it and kept on to the trap.