Lunch was the one thing they had both forgotten.
But the box and the basket.
Ford Foster came out, of his own accord, with the secret of the box; for he now took a little key out of his pocket, and unlocked it with an air of-- "Look at this, will you ?" Dab Kinzer looked, and was very sure he had never before seen quite such an assortment of brand-new fish-hooks, of many sorts and sizes, and of fish-lines which looked as if they had thus far spent their lives on dry land.
"Tip-top," he remarked.

"I see a lot of things we can use one of these days, but there isn't time to go over 'em now.

Let's go for the crabs.
What made you bring your box along ?" "Oh!" replied Ford, "I left my rods at home, both of 'em.

You don't s'pose I'd go for crabs with a rod, do you?
But you can take your pick of hooks and lines." "Crabs?
Hooks and lines ?" "Why, yes.

You don't mean to scoop 'em up in that landing-net, do you ?" Dab looked at his friend for a moment in blank amazement, and then the truth broke upon him for the first time.
"Oh, I see! You never caught any crabs.