To tell the truth, he had not been able to free himself from a lingering fear lest his mother might come after him, before he could get afloat, with orders for some duty or other on shore; and that would have been worse than going to sea in the little old scow, a good deal.
"Reckon it's all right," said Dick as he shoved off.

"It'd be an awful risk to trus' dem nice clo'es in de ole boat, suah." Nice clothes, nice boats, a good many other nice things, were as yet beyond the reach of Dick Lee; but he was quite likely to catch as many crabs as his more aristocratic neighbors.
As for Dabney Kinzer and his friend from the city, they were on their way to the water-side, after all, at an hour which indicated either smaller appetites than usual or greater speed at the breakfast-table.
"Plenty of boats, I should say," remarked Ford, as he surveyed the little "landing" and its vicinity with the air of a man who had a few fleets of his own.

"All sorts.

Any of 'em fast ?" "Not many," said Dab.

"The row-boats, big and little, have to be built so they will stand pretty rough water." "How are the sail-boats ?" "Same thing.