CHAPTER XV.
BOB'S ASPIRATIONS.
"I think it my duty to inform you that the parties to whom you have given your order for fifty dozen live quails will certainly disappoint you.

They did not seek the contract for themselves, but for another person, who knows nothing whatever about trapping, and who is much too indolent to put forth the necessary exertion if he did.

You will get no birds from him.

If, after waiting a reasonable time--I should think two weeks would be long enough--you become satisfied of this fact, I shall be happy to receive your order, and will guarantee you satisfaction." This was a rough copy of the letter Lester drew up to send to the advertiser in the "_Rod and Gun_," on the evening of the day on which he held that interview with Don and Bert, when the former refused to join his sportsman's club.

He read it to Bob in his best style and was astonished when his friend declared that it wouldn't do at all.
"You seem to forget that I am working for a new shot-gun," said Bob.
"The language isn't half strong enough." "You can't improve it anywhere," replied Lester, who was rather proud of the production.