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That was hardly Dab's opinion of himself, and nobody had ever taken pains to tell him so; but the four of them, standing up together, and all singing, made quite a picture. Dick Lee was between Dab Kinzer and Frank Harley, and seemed to feel in honor bound to sing his best. That was very well too.
Age hardly counts in such a matter; and then it is not every boy of even his growth that could have brought muscles like those of Dab Kinzer to the swing he gave that four-foot length of seasoned ironwood. Annie saw him coming; but her assailant did not until it was too late for him to do any thing but turn, and receive that first hit in front instead of behind.
On they went, till the brains of all but Ford and Frank were in a sort of whirl. Even Dab Kinzer was contented to look without talking; and Dick Lee, although he had not a word to say, found unusual difficulty in keeping his mouth shut. It positively would come open, every time Ford pointed out another big building, and told him what it was.
"O mother!" she said despondingly, "what shall we do?" "Have your sail, just the same, and invite your cousins." "But the Kinzers" "Why, Annie! Mrs. Kinzer will not think of neglecting them. She's as kind as kind can be." "And we are to pay her with Joe and Fuz," said Ford. "Well, I wish Ham Morris's storm would come along."
At all events, Dick Lee had managed to say a good word for his benefactor, little as he could guess what might be the consequences. Meantime Dab Kinzer, when he went out from breakfast, had strolled away to the north fence, for a good look at the house which was thenceforth to be the home of his favorite sister.
"But then, he does grow so!" remarked Keziah. "Mother," said Pamela, "couldn't you get Dab to give Dick Lee the slang, along with the old clothes?" "We'll see about it," replied Mrs. Kinzer. It was very clear that Dabney's mother had begun to take in a new idea about her son.
"I'll be entirely satisfied, Miss Foster," said Dabney, "if you'll only ask somebody to get us something to eat." "Eat!" exclaimed Mrs. Kinzer. "Why, the poor fellows! Of course they're hungry." "Cap'n Kinzer allers does know jes' de right t'ing to do," mumbled Dick in a half-smothered voice; and his mother let go of him, with "Law, suz! So dey be!"
These latter, in the shape of Dab Kinzer and the lower "joint" of a stout fishing-rod, had been bounding along up the road from the landing at a tremendous rate for nearly half a minute. A boy of fifteen assailing a full-grown ruffian? Why not?
"At anchor somewhere, or on the island; almost anywhere but tacking all night on the bay. He'd be really safer out at sea than trying to get home." "Out at sea!" There was something really dreadful in the very idea of it; and Annie Foster turned pale enough when she thought of the gay little yacht, and her brother out on the broad Atlantic in it, with no better crew than Dab Kinzer and Dick Lee.
If Ford Foster had been ready to "chaff" Dick Lee, or even Dab Kinzer, he knew enough to speak respectfully to the portly and business-like lady now before him. "Yes, madam," he said, with a ceremonious bow. "I wish to report to my father that I've found an acceptable house in this vicinity." "You do!" Mrs.
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