“My crumbs,” he added, presently, “this shirt comes all over me.”
“Tuck it down in your sugar-bag, fer now,” said Dave; “we’ll cut a bit off it in the mornin’. I got an ole pair of trousers fer you, too, but they’re in the bottom of the bag.”
“Your a all-right first mate, Dave,” said Tom. “You want a bit o’ trainin’ yet, an’ you want a bit more pursonal courage; but you’ll do. I reckon we’ll surprise ’em before we’re done.”
“My oath we will,” said Dave. “We’ll make ’istry.”
“Hist!” exclaimed Tom. “Didn’t you ’ear a noise?”
“No,” said Dave, crouching down behind the log, “did you?”
“Ssh!” whispered Tom. “I ’eard something along there be Dobie’s fence.”
“Might be a cow!”
“Cow’s don’t cough!”