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If he should succeed as well with the rest of his "schooling," it was safe to say that it would not be thrown away upon him. Glorianna went her way that morning; and the next to intrude upon Mrs. Kinzer's special domain was her son-in-law himself, accompanied by his blooming bride. "We've got a plan." "You? Apian? What about?" "Dab and his friends."
"Somebody's done gone cut dat rope!" shouted Dick, as he frantically pulled in the treacherous bit of hemp. There was an anxious look on Dab Kinzer's face for a moment. Then he shouted, "Sharp, now, boys, or we'll be rolling in the surf in three minutes! Haul away, Dick! Haul with him, Ford! Up with her! There, that'll give us headway."
The parlor rang again with peals of laughter; for Dab Kinzer's sisters were ready at any time to look at the funny side of things, and their accidental guest saw no reason for not joining them. "Your brother Ford is on the bay, crabbing with our Dabney," remarked Samantha, as the widow returned.
Kinzer's good management, as well as for her hospitality. The only drawback to Dab's happiness that day was that his acquaintances hardly seemed to know him. He had had almost the same trouble with himself when he looked in the glass that morning. Ordinarily, his wrists were several inches through his coat sleeves, and his ankles made a perpetual show of his stockings.
He saw, however, a look of heroic resolution rising in "Captain Kinzer's" face, and it gave him courage to turn his eyes again towards the surf. "The Swallow" was now once more moving in a way to justify her name; and, although Ford was no sailor, he could see that her only chance to penetrate that perilous barrier of broken water was to "take it nose on," as Dick Lee expressed it.
Lee herself, the very next morning, so far recovered her peace of mind as to "wonder wot Dab Kinzer's goin' to do wid all de money he got for dem bluefish." "I isn't goin' to ask him," said Dick. "He's capt'in." As for Dab himself, he did an immense amount of useful sleeping, that first night; but when he awoke in the morning he shortly made a discovery, and the other boys soon made another.
A boy of about Dab Kinzer's age, slender and delicate-looking, with curly light-brown hair, blue eyes, and a complexion which would have been fair, but for the traces it bore of a hotter climate than that of either France or America.
Kinzer's management of the "setting out" of the party, and that was half the day now to begin with. Ford had some trouble in getting Joe and Fuz up so very early, but an intimation that "Ham Morris wouldn't wait five minutes for the Queen of England, or even me," was sufficient to rouse them. "Joe," whispered Fuz, after they got on board, "are we to be gone a week?" "Why? What's up?"
He had known how to light a fire that would smoulder long enough for him to get away. He was not running as well, nevertheless, as he might have done before he came under the operation of Dab Kinzer's "lower joint." Mrs.
Kinzer's to beg something to eat, and then sauntered away down the road. It was a little past the middle of the afternoon; and even so mean-looking, dirty a tramp as that had a perfect right to be walking along then and there.
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