One of 'em's a dredger." Ford and Frank could only guess what their friend was up to, but Dab was not doing any sort of guessing.
"Bill," he shouted, as Dick Lee's father came within hearing,--"Bill! put a lot of your best panfish in this basket, and then go and fetch us some lobsters.

There's half a dozen in your pot.

Did those others have any luck ?" "More clams'n 'ysters," responded Bill.
"Then we'll take both lots." The respect of the city boys for the resources of the Long-Island shore in a time of famine began to rise rapidly a few moments later; for, not only was one of Dab's baskets promptly laden with "panfish," such as porgies, blackfish, and perch, but two others received all the clams and oysters they were at all anxious to carry to the house.

At the same time Bill Lee offered, as an amendment on the lobster question,-- "Yer wrong 'bout de pot, Dab." "Wrong?
Why"-- "Yes, you's wrong.

Glorianny's been an' biled ebery one on 'em, an' dey're all nice an' cold by dis time." "All right.