At the same time he could not help thinking,—
"This comes of Ham Morris and my new rig."
"There, Dabney, that'll do," said his mother; "but how'll you spend
Saturday?"
"Guess I'll take Ford Foster out in the bay, a-crabbing, if he'll go," replied Dabney. "I'll run over and ask him."
It was not too late, and he was out of the house before there was any chance for further remarks from the girls.
"Now," he muttered, as he walked along, "I'll have to see old lawyer Foster, and Mrs. Foster, and I don't know who all besides. I don't like that."
Just as he came to the north fence, however, he was hailed by a clear, wide-awake voice,—
"Dab Kinzer, is that you?"
"Guess so," said Dab: "is that you, Ford?"
"I was just going over to your house," said Ford.