Thank you ever so much, Dabney: you're a brave boy.

Why, he's almost twice your size." "Yes; but the butt of my rod is twice as hard as his head," said Dabney.
"I was almost afraid to strike him with it.

I might have broken his skull." "You didn't even break your rod." "No; and now I must run back for the other pieces and the tip.

I dropped them in the road." "Please, Dabney, see me home first," said Annie.

"I know it's foolish, and there isn't a bit of danger; but I must confess to being a good deal frightened." Dab Kinzer was a little the proudest boy on Long Island, as he walked along at Annie's side, in compliance with her request.