How are we going to keep them from interfering with David ?" "Why, it seems to me that I could hide my traps where they would never think of looking for them, and where I would be sure to catch quails, too.

If I thought I couldn't, I would set them all on this plantation, and any one who troubled them would render himself liable for trespass." "Aha!" exclaimed Don, who caught the idea at once.
"But, in order to throw Dan off the scent entirely, you might have David come up to our shop every day and build his traps there.

He will find all the tools he wants, and those shingles we tore off that old corn-crib will answer his purpose better than new ones, because they are old and weather-beaten, and look just like the wood in the forest.

When I was a boy, I never had any luck in catching birds in bright new traps.

When the birds are caught, he can put them into one of those unoccupied negro cabins and lock them up until he is ready to send them off." "That's the very idea!" cried Don, gleefully.