While David was soliloquising in this way he heard a footstep near him, and looking up saw his brother Dan, whose appearance and actions surprised him not a little. His face wore a smile instead of the usual scowl, he had no coat on, his sleeves were rolled up, and he carried a frow in one hand (a frow is a sharp instrument used for splitting out shingles), and a heavy mallet in the other. He really looked as if he had made up his mind to go to work, and David could not imagine what had happened to put such an idea into his head. He stopped on the way to speak to the pointer and give him a friendly pat, and that was another thing that surprised his brother. Dan would have acted more like himself if he had given the animal a kick.
“He's up to something,” thought David. “He wouldn't act that way if he wasn't. I shouldn't wonder if he wants part of that money I am going to get from Don Gordon, but he needn't waste his breath in asking for it. Every cent of it goes into mother's hands.”
“Halloo, Davy!” said Dan, cheerfully. “I thought mebbe you wouldn't care if I should come out and lend you a hand. I hain't got nothing much to do this morning.”
David made no reply. He was waiting to hear what object his brother had in view in offering his assistance, and he knew it would all be made plain to him in a few minutes.
“You got a heap of traps to build, hain't you?” continued Dan. “When be you goin' to set 'em?”
“I am going to set some of them to-night,” was David's reply.
“Fifty dozen is a heap of birds, ain't it?” said Dan.
“How do you happen to know anything about it?” demanded David, who was greatly astonished.
“I heerd you an' Don talkin' about it.”
“Where were you at the time?”