You may trap two hundred dozen if you want to, and send them out of the county, and when you have done it, I will go out any morning with my pointer and shoot birds enough for breakfast.
I'll leave more in the fields, too, than you can bag in six months," added Don, and Bert saw the point he was trying to make, if Lester did not.

"Besides, what right have I to tell Dave what he shall do and what he shall not do?
He'd laugh at me." "Well, he wouldn't do it more than once.

A few days in the calaboose would bring him to his senses." "Who would put him there ?" "The club would." "Where's the club's authority for such a proceeding ?" Lester lifted the constitution and tapped it with his forefinger by way of reply.
"I think I had better have nothing to do with it," said Don, who could scarcely refrain from laughing outright.
"We intend to make you our president," said Lester.
"I am obliged to you," replied Don, but still he did not take any more interest in the Sportsman's Club than he had done before.

He did not snap up the bait thus thrown out, as Lester hoped he would.

He was not to be bought, even by the promise of office.