"Didn't have none."
"Hey? Little boys shouldn't tell squibs."
"I'm not squibbing; I 'honked' to it from behind some rocks, and then knocked it over with a stone."
"Ye did? Waal, purty good! purty good! Goin' to hev it fer dinner, I s'pose?"
"N—no, I sold it to Mrs. Norris."
"Did, hey? What'd she giv ye?"
Morton told him, and the old man ruminated a while, as he industriously cleaned, primed, and loaded his gun, while Morton waited, watching a long, plume-like line of smoke along the distant horizon, which he knew was from a Portland steamer. Finally Adam set down the gun with a contented air, and observed,—
"Haow airly kin ye git up?"
"At three, if you say so."
"Waal, come along abaout four ter-morrer mornin', an' I'll take ye 'long o' me."