"In the first place, there are two fellows here who say I shan't trap any birds." "Who are they ?" demanded Don, surprised and indignant.
"My brother Dan is one of them." "Whew!" whistled Don, opening his eyes and looking at Bert.
"I didn't want him to know anything about it," continued David, "for I was certain that he would make me trouble; but he found it out by listening while I was talking about it, and wanted to join in with me.

I told him I didn't want him, and he said I shouldn't catch any birds." "Did he say what he would do to prevent it ?" asked Bert.
"O, it's easy enough to tell what he will do," exclaimed Don.

"He'll steal or break the traps and kill the quails.

There are plenty of ways in which he can trouble us, if he makes up his mind to it." "Who is the other ?" asked Bert.
"Lester Brigham." Don whistled again, and then looked angry.
"When did you see him, and what did he have to say about it ?" he asked.

"Has he any reason to hold a grudge against you ?" "I didn't know that he had until I met him in the road this morning.
He says he won't have me trapping quails and sending them off North, because it will make them scarce here.