"We will remember."
"All right, then."
"Oh, thank you! Good-day, sir."
"Good-day."
The squire's sharp brown eyes followed Dave as he went out of the door, and then watched him as he tripped down the street laughing and whistling.
"Like all young chaps--full of fun. Rather like that boy."
Dave announced the result of the conference to several boys anxiously waiting for him round the corner.
"Got it?" asked Dick Pray.
"Yes; tell us what he said," inquired Dab Richards.
The boys pressed eagerly up to Dave, who announced the successful issue of his application. A burden of painful anxiety dropped from each pair of shoulders, and the boys separated to collect their "traps," promising to meet at Long Wharf, where a boat awaited them. Did ever any craft make a happier, more successful voyage, when the boat received its load two hours later and was then pushed off?