If they could not trap the birds, nobody should; and that was about all they could decide on just then.
The next morning after breakfast they mounted their horses and rode in company, until they came to the lane that led to Bob's home and there they parted, Lester directing his course down the main road toward the cabin in which David Evans lived.

He met David in the road, as we know, and laid down the law to him in pretty strong language; but strange enough the latter could not be coaxed or frightened into promising that he would give up his chance of earning a hundred and fifty dollars.
Lester was in a towering passion when he rode away after his conversation with David.

Lashing his horse into a run, he turned into the first road he came to, and after a two-mile gallop, drew rein in front of the double log-house in which Bob Owens lived.

There was an empty wagon-shed on the opposite side of the road, and there he found Bob, standing with his hands in his pockets, and gazing ruefully at the pile of traps upon which he and Lester had worked so industriously, and which he had hoped would bring them in a nice little sum of spending money.
"Well, did you see him ?" asked Bob, as his friend rode up to the shed and swung himself out of the saddle.
"I did," was the reply, "and he was as defiant as you please.

He was downright insolent." "These white trash are as impudent as the niggers," said Bob, "and no one who has the least respect for himself will have anything to do with them.