There were boys in the neighborhood who doubted this.

Game of all kinds was abundant, and Lester was given every opportunity to exhibit the skill of which he boasted so loudly, but he was never in the humor to do it.

He seldom went hunting, and when he did he always went alone, and no one ever knew how much game he brought home.
"Your name is Evans, isn't it ?" demanded Lester.
David replied that it was.
"Are you the fellow who intends to trap fifty dozen quail in this county, and send them up North ?" "I am," answered David.
"Well, I just rode down here on purpose to tell you that such work as that will not be allowed." "Who will not allow it ?" "I will not, for one, and my father for another." "What have you to say about it ?" asked David, who did not like the insolent tone assumed by the young horseman.

"Do the birds belong to you ?" "They are as much mine as they are yours, and if you have a right to trap them and ship them off, I have a right to say that you shan't do it." "Why not?
What harm will it do ?" "It will do just this much harm: it will make the birds scarce about here, and there are no more than we want to shoot ourselves.

O, you needn't laugh about it, I mean just what I say; and if you don't promise that you will let the quail alone, you will see trouble.