He was afraid to attempt it; but, coward-like, he had to take vengeance upon something, and so he hit his horse a savage cut with his riding-whip.
"Dave can afford to be polite and good-natured," thought Lester, as he went flying down the road.

"He is rejoicing over his success and my failure; but if he only knew it, this thing isn't settled yet.
I'll write to that man to-night, telling him, that the parties to whom he gave the contract can't catch the birds, and then Bob and I will go to work and make it true.

If we don't earn that money, nobody shall.

As for those stuck-up Gordons--I'll show them how I'll get even with them." The spirited animal on which he was mounted made short work of the two miles that lay between Don's home and Bob's, and in a few minutes Lester dismounted in front of the wagon-shed, where his crony was waiting for him.
"I've had no luck at all," said he, in reply to Bob's inquiring look.
"I might as well have stayed at home.

Don says he can't join a club of this kind, because, having got David the job of trapping the quails, he can't go back on him.