Even then a good deal more attention might have been paid them, all around, but for the excitement created in the mind of every boy who looked at the great strings of fish Dab and his friends had dropped when they went in to the rescue of Dick Lee.
Questions as to where they were caught, and how, poured upon the young fishermen so fast that it was not easy to dodge them all at once, or prevent a general stampede of the academy boys to Green Pond.
"They'd use up the boat in one day, and all the fish in the next," said Dab to Frank; "but where'd you learn to do what you did for Fuz and Joe ?" "Sleight-of-hand?
Oh! one of father's Hindu converts had been a juggler.
He taught me.

They're the best in the world, but father doesn't like me to do much of it.

We can have some fun with it yet, though.

It came to me like a flash when I saw those things on the ground." "Served 'em right.

Spoiling 'em on the ground was next thing to stealing." "Come on, boys," said Ford.