We don't want them fellers to hear us." "What be they doin' over thar, anyhow ?" asked Dan.
"They're buildin' a bar trap, looks like.

They'll be sartin to ketch one too, 'kase thar's a bar comes thar a'most every night.

If I had a boat they wouldn't get much good of him arter they do ketch him." Dan handed his rifle to his father and went back after the pointer and his bundles; and when he came up again Godfrey led the way toward his temporary camp.

He was gloomy and sullen, and there was an expression on his face which Dan did not like to see there, for it made him fear that a storm was brewing.

But after they had been a few minutes in the camp, and Godfrey had filled his pipe and smoked a whiff or two, the scowl faded away and Dan began to breathe easier.
"I've put you in the way to make a dollar, pap," said he, as soon as the soothing effects of the tobacco began to be perceptible.