There were plenty who could testify to a different kind of "capture."
One effect of the previous day's work, including his adventures as an ornamental cook, was that Dab Kinzer conceived himself bound to be thenceforth especially polite to Joe and Fuz. The remaining days of their visit would have been altogether too few for the various entertainments he laid out for them.
They were to catch all that was to be caught in the bay. They were to ride everywhere and see everything.
"They don't deserve it, Dab," said Ford; "but you're a real good fellow. Mother says so."
"Does she?" and Dab evidently felt a good deal better after that.
Dick Lee, when his friends found time to think of him, had almost disappeared. Some three days afterward, while all the rest were out in the "Jenny," having a good time with their hooks and lines, "Gloriana" made her appearance in Mrs. Kinzer's dining-room with a face that was darker than usual with motherly anxiety.
"Miss Kinzer, has you seed my Dick dis week?"
"No, he hasn't been here at all. Anything the matter with him?"
"Dat's de berry question. I doesn't know wot to make ob 'im."
"Why, is he studying too hard?"