He told his brother and David to make haste and put the quails into the cabin; and when that was done and they came into the shop, he set them at work on the coops.

There was much yet to be done, but they had ample time to do it in, with more than a day to spare.

When the next Wednesday night arrived fifty-five dozen quails, boxed and marked ready for shipment, were at the landing, waiting to begin the journey to their new home in the North, and Don carried in his pocket a letter addressed to the advertiser, which Captain Morgan was to mail at Cairo.
The boys camped at the landing that night to keep guard over their property.

They pitched a little tent on the bank, built a roaring fire in front of it, and in company with Fred and Joe Packard, who came down to stay with them, passed the hours very pleasantly.

The Emma Deane came up the next afternoon, and when the freight had been carried aboard and she backed out into the stream again, David drew a long breath, expressive of the deepest satisfaction.