"Dan's got an axe to grind, for he never does such things, unless he intends to make something by it." "Halloo, Davy!" exclaimed Dan, cheerfully.

"I thought mebbe you'd be cold when you come hum, so I built up a fire to warm you.

Jest look at them thar squirrels, will you?
Every one on 'em was shot through the head.

Can you beat that ?" "No," answered David.

"It can't be beaten." "If we had a few quail now, we'd have a bully supper, wouldn't we ?" continued Dan.