There was a wagon in the field, and Don and Bert Gordon were passing back and forth between it and a little thicket of bushes and briers that stood a short distance away.

They left the wagon with empty hands, and when they came back, they brought their arms full of something, which they stowed away in a box.

While Lester and Bob were looking at them, a small, dark object suddenly arose from the box and came toward them, passing swiftly over their heads and disappearing in the woods.
"That's a quail!" exclaimed Bob.

"It escaped from Don's hands." "Yes, sir, and we have made a discovery," said Lester.

"Dave Evans hasn't given up trapping the quails after all.