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Several of the late assailants started on a run at once; but Dab Kinzer had caught a sharp whisper from Frank Harley, and he shouted, "No you won't, Joe Hart! Hold on, Fuz! That other chap must stay too. Give Dick back his groceries." "Dey's hooked a pile ob 'em," said Dick, his eyes dancing with triumph. "Jes' make 'em hand ober." "Do you mean to say we've been stealing?" fiercely demanded Joe.
"And so you spoiled her cuffs and collars for her. It was too bad altogether. I'm afraid there won't be much comfort for anybody in this house till you two get back to Grantley." "Fuz," said Joe, "do you hear that? They're going to give us another term at Grantley." "I don't care how soon we go, so we haven't got to board at old mother Myers's." "I can't say about that," said Mr. Hart.
Ham Morris wouldn't wait five minutes for the Queen of England, or even for me." "Joe," whispered Fuz, a little while after they got on board the yacht, "are we to be gone a week?" "Why? What's up?" "Such piles of provisions as they've stowed away in that kennel!" The bit of a water-tight cabin under the half-deck, at which Fuz pointed, was pretty well filled, beyond a doubt; but Mrs.
"I'll get Dab Kinzer to help me entertain them." "Excellent," said Mr. Foster; "and I hope they will be civil to him." "To Dabney?" asked Annie. "Fuz and Joe civil to Dab Kinzer?" exclaimed Ford. "Certainly: I hope so." "Father," said Ford, "may I say just what I was thinking?" "Speak it right out."
"Mother won't be expecting us so soon, and our cook's gone out for the day. Annie knows something." "She can help me, then. Those Hart boys'll die if they're not fed pretty soon. Look at Fuz. Why, he can't keep his mouth shut." Joe and his brother seemed to know as if by instinct that the dinner question was under discussion, and they were soon taking at least their share of the talk.
Kinzer and her daughters were already the centre of a talkative crowd of young people; and Ford Foster and Frank Harley, with Joe and Fuz Hart, were asking what had become of Dab, for the train was in sight. A moment later, as the puffing locomotive pulled up in front of the water-tank, the conductor stepped out on the platform, exclaiming, "Look a-here, folks, this ain't right.
I'd like to know if we need be afraid of any thing Joe and Fuz Hart could go through?" "Well, I guess not," replied Dab. "Let's push ahead." He found himself leading the procession when it went through Dr. Brandegee's front gate; and there was a look of admiration on Dick's face, when he saw how promptly and courageously "Captain Dab Kinzer" pulled that door-bell.
"Now, don't you let one of the other boys touch the reins," said Mrs. Kinzer. Dab's promise to that effect proved a hard one to keep; for Fuz and Joe almost tried to take the reins away from him, before they had driven two miles from the house.
"There's the academy," said Joe: "that big white concern in the middle of the green, and with so short a steeple." "Steeple enough," said Ford. "Are the rest churches?" "Yes; and, if you don't go to church reg'lar, Old By'll be sure to hear of it." "Old By" was the irreverent nickname they had selected for Dr. Abiram Brandegee; and Fuz added, "Never mind him, boys.
There were plenty of cuffs and collars, and queer enough the lobsters looked in them. All the queerer because every item of lace and linen was variegated with huge black spots and blotches, as if some one had begun to wash it in ink. Joe and Fuz were almost as red as the lobsters; and Mrs. Foster's face looked as severe as it could, but that is not saying a great deal.
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