"Uncle went with him."
"Oh, that's too bad!" And Dave's face showed more concern than ever.
"What was the trouble about?" asked Jessie, who was quick to see that Dave was ill at ease.
"Oh, Mr. Poole thought I shot at him—but I didn't," replied Dave, and then told the story.
"Oh, Dave, do you really think he'll have you locked up!" burst out his sister, while Jessie's face showed her deep concern.
"I don't know what he'll do," was the slow answer.
"Oh, maybe he won't do anything—after he calms down," said the shipowner's son. "He'll realize that Dave wouldn't do anything like that on purpose."
"You don't know Mr. Poole," said Jessie. "Father says he is one of the most hard-hearted men around here."
"Well, let us hope for the best," said the senator's son. He wanted to cheer up Laura and Jessie quite as much as Dave.
The boys put the pistols away and then went out in a summerhouse to talk the affair over.