She came at last, and Don was at the landing to meet her.

He held a short interview with her captain and Silas Jones, who was freight agent as well as express agent and post-master, and when it was ended he jumped on his pony and rode homeward as if his life depended upon the speed he made.
When he arrived within sight of the field where the traps were set, he saw his brother and David coming in with another wagon load of birds.
"How many this morning ?" asked Don.
"We have enough now to make fifty-five dozen altogether," replied Bert.
"Hurrah for our side!" cried Don.

"We'll ship them all.

Some may die on the way, you know, and that man must have the number he advertised for.

Captain Morgan will stop and get the birds when he comes back.
He will see them shipped on the railroad at Cairo, and all we have to do is to be sure that the game is at the landing in time." "Did he say how much it would cost to send them off ?" asked David.
"No.