“Yes, I know’d you wouldn’t go, so. I began to look out for a chap who would.”
“But I didn’t say that I really would not go,” said Dexter, as he laid his tackle under the bushes.
“Oh yes, you did; I could see what you meant. Do they bite to-day!”
“I don’t know,” said Dexter dolefully. “But, I say, you couldn’t have that boat if you wanted to.”
“Oh yes, I could if I liked.”
“But it isn’t yours.”
“Tchah! couldn’t you borrow it!”
Dexter did not see how, and he climbed into the willow, while Bob went on fishing.
“I hate a chap who is always trying to find out things to stop a fellow from doing anything. Why don’t you say you won’t go and ha’ done with it?”
Dexter sighed as he thought of the wonderful fish to be caught, and the great nuts on the trees, each of which nuts would make a meal. Then of the delight of sailing away in that beautiful boat down the river, and then out to sea, where they could land upon the sands and light their fire; and it seemed to him that such a life would be one long time of delight.