But Dabney soon found himself unable to sit still, even at the breakfast-table. Not that he got up hungry, for he had done his duty by Miranda's cookery; but the house itself, big as it was, seemed too small to hold him, with all his new prospects swelling within him. Perhaps, moreover, the rest of the family felt that they would be better able to discuss the important subject before them, after Dab had taken himself out into the open air; for none of them tried to stay his going.
"This beats dreaming, all hollow," he said to himself, as he stood, with his hands in his pockets, half way down to the gate between the two gardens. "Now I'll see what can be done about that other matter."
Two plans in one head, and so young a head as that?
Yes; and it spoke well for Dab's heart, as well as his brains, that his plan number two was not a selfish one. The substance of it came out in the first five minutes of the talk he had, a trifle later, with Ford and Frank, on the other side of the gate.
"Ford, you know there's twenty dollars left of the money the Frenchman paid us for the bluefish."
"Well, what of it? Isn't it yours?"
"One share of it's mine. The rest is yours and Dick's."
"He needs it more'n I do."
"Ford, did you know Dick Lee was real bright?"
"'Cute little chap as ever I saw. Why?"