He had told himself more than once that when his father grew tired of living on squirrels, somebody's smoke-house and corn-crib would be sure to suffer.

Godfrey was getting worse every day, and something told David that he would yet perform an act that would set every man in the settlement on his track.
"We can send him to prison," continued Bob.

"You would not like that, of course, and you can prevent it if you feel like it.

Lester and I are the only ones who know that he robbed my father last night, and we will keep it to ourselves on one condition." "I know what it is," said David.

"You want me to promise that I will trap no more quails.