"What boys they must be! But, Annie, what did they say?"
"Uncle Joe laughed till he cried, and Aunt Maria said boys will be boys, and I half believe they were sorry; but that was only a sort of a winding-up. I wouldn't stay there another hour."
Annie had other things to tell, and, long before she had finished her story, there was no further fault to be found with her for losing her temper. Still, her mother said, mildly:
"I must write to Maria at once, for it wont do to let those boys make trouble between us."
CHAPTER VIII.
Dab Kinzer and his friend were prompt enough in coming to the rescue of their unfortunate fellow-crabber; but to get him out of the queer wreck he had made of that punt was a tough task.
"I isn't drownin'," exclaimed Dick, heroically, as the other boat came up beside him. "Jest you take yer scoop-net an' save dem crabs."
"They wont drown," said Ford.
"But they'll get away," said Dab, snatching the scoop. "Dick's head is level on that point."