“But let’s get further away.”
“Well, we’re getting further away, stream’s taking us down. You are a coward.”
“You were frightened too.”
“No, I wasn’t. I laughed at him. I’d ha’ give him something if he’d touched me.”
“Then why did you run away?”
“’Cause I didn’t want no bother. Here, let’s find another good place, and catch some more fish.”
“It won’t be safe to stop yet, Bob.”
“Here, don’t you talk to me, I know what I’m about. We’ll row round that next bend, and I’ll show you a game then.”
“Hadn’t we better go on till we can buy some bread and butter?” said Dexter; and then as he saw some cattle in a field a happy hunger-engendered thought occurred to him,—“And perhaps we can get some milk.”
“You’re allus thinking of eating and drinking,” cried Bob. “All right! We’ll get some, then.”