I declare! I'm goin' to try that pond first day I get away." "Want some of these ?" "Wouldn't rob ye,--but you've got a-plenty--that pickerel?
Thank ye, now.

Oh!--and the bass tew?
You're good fellers." He seemed to be another; and Dab warned him at parting, that, "when he wanted to get a string of fish, if he'd come to him he'd tell him just where to go." "All right.

Glad I had the luck to ketch up with ye." "Dab," said Ford as they reached the outskirts of Grantley, "I know it's late; but we must walk through the village with these fish, if it's only to have the whole town ask us where we caught them." "That's so.

I'm rested now too.

Let's get right out." They were nearly at the southerly end of the village, and there was quite a walk before them.
"Dab," said Frank, "we've more fish than we'll need at our house, if we have 'em for breakfast and dinner both." "I've been thinking of that.