"You see it, don't you?" demanded Ab. Dexter, watching the boy's face.
"You want to scare me about that hole, I suppose?"
"Yes; if you haven't gotten around completely to my way of thinking before dark to-night Driggs may have to finish his digging."
"Does he need exercise?"
"You've guessed what I mean," declared Dexter, "although you pretend to misunderstand me."
"Humph!"
"Look out, Prescott, that you don't put us in an ugly temper."
But Dick had found his courage by this time. He laughed merrily, though it was forced.
"What are you laughing at?" asked the other.
"At the very idea, Dexter, of your having nerve enough to do a thing like that! Why, there are boys in the primary school in Gridley who have more real sand than you have."