CHAPTER XIII.
TEN DOLLARS REWARD.
When the quails had been taken out of the trap and put into the coop, the wagon drove on, and Dan sat down on his log to think about what he had just heard, and to wait until the coast was clear, so that he could resume his walk toward the landing.

He had learned two things.
One was that his brother had not given up the idea of trapping the quails, as he had supposed, and the other was that there was somebody besides himself whom David had reason to fear.
"Looks now as though you were goin' to 'arn your money in spite of Dan and Lester," thought the listener, recalling the last words he had heard Don utter.

"That must be that Brigham boy up to that big white house.

What's he got to say 'bout it, I'd like to know?
I'll jest keep an eye on him.

He don't want to let me ketch him foolin' round them traps, 'kase I'll make him think war times has come back sure enough.