"Well, if it's the regular thing," said Ford, hesitatingly. "But I'll tell who really caught 'em."
"Oh, some of yours are right good ones. Your string would look big enough, some days. Don't you imagine you can pull 'em in every time like we did this morning. Crabs nor fish, either."
"No, I s'pose not. Anyhow, I've learned some things."
"I guess likely. We'll go for some more next week. Now for a tug!"
The boat had already been made fast, and the two boys picked up their strings of fish, two for each, after Dick Lee had started for home, and heavy ones they were to carry under that hot sun.
"Come and show the whole lot to my mother," said Ford, "before you take yours into the house. I want her to see them all."
"All right," replied Dab. But he little dreamed of what was coming, for, when he and Ford marched proudly into the sitting-room with their finny prizes, Dabney found himself face to face with, not good, sweet-voiced Mrs. Foster, but, as he thought, the most beautiful young lady he had ever seen.
Ford Foster shouted: "Annie! you here? Well, I never!"
But Dab Kinzer wished all those fish safely back again, swimming in the bay.
(To be continued.)