90 The Wild-Fowlers 



" then a warm spell, some rain, an* then 

 cold an' clear again/' 



The traps were all out of the wagon 

 now, and while Seth and the Captain 

 stowed them away in the cozy sloop 

 cabin, aided by the light of two round 

 lanterns fetched from the cottage by the 

 Captain's young son, Dr. Bradley and 

 William arranged about the team's care, 

 the Doctor affectionately patting the 

 necks of his fine animals as he gave his 

 instructions. The bays were to go to the 

 tavern's stables for the night, then home 

 the following day and back again the day 

 after that, to rest another night in the 

 tavern's stalls before carrying home their 

 master, his friends, and the game. 



" Good-bye, William/' called Seth 

 from the cabin's tiny window, as the boy 

 wheeled the team about. " Make sure 

 there 's no cartridges left in the wagon." 



" And no bottles," yelled Corbiri. 



" Now, genelmen, I says we should 

 look teh see as teh what we needs in the 



