The Boy Trapper by [pseud.] Harry Castlemon
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and I could have split them out in less than half the time you took
to do it, and made better boards besides. I can't use these at all." "Dave," said Dan, solemnly, as he picked up the frow and mallet, "I see you're bound to go agin me." "No, I am not, and I don't want you to go against me, either." "Yes, you be. You're goin' to cheat me outen my shar' of them fifty dollars, ain't you now?" "You will have no share in the money. It will all belong to me, and I shall give it to mother." "Then, Dave, not a quail do you ketch in these yere fields so long as you hold to them idees. Don't you furget it, nuther." "What do you mean?" asked David, in alarm. "What are you going to do?" "I don't make no threatenings. I only say you can't ketch no birds so long as you go agin me, an' that's jest what I mean. If you come to me some day an' say, 'I wus wrong, Dannie, an' now I'm goin' to act decent, like a brother had oughter do,' I'll give you my hand an' do what I can to help you. You've got a big job afore you, an' you can't by no means do it alone. You'd oughter have somebody to help you, an' thar's a heap of hard work in me, the fust thing you know." "That's so," thought David, running his eyes over his brother's stalwart figure; "but I guess it will stay there." |
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