"They have made five or six trips between the wagon and that clump of bushes since we have been here.

We know where one of the traps is set now, and that will guide us in finding the rest.
When we do find them, we'll carry out our plan of robbing them every day.

They must have trapped some birds before, and if we watch them when they go home we can find out where they keep them.

What do you say to that ?" Bob replied that he was willing, and so the two dismounted, and having hitched their horses, set themselves to watch the wagon.

They followed it at a respectful distance, as it made the rounds of the traps (they did not know that they also were followed by somebody, who kept a sharp eye on all their movements), and Bob grew angry every time he saw more quails added to those already in the coop.
"Those fellows are always lucky," he growled.