It was hardly worth the labor, but Dab knew what a tempest the loss of it might bring around the ears of poor Dick.
When they reached the landing, and began to over-haul their very brilliant "catch," Dabney said,-- "Now, Dick, take your string home, leave that basket of crabs at Mr.
Foster's, and then come back with the basket, and carry the rest of 'em to our house.

Ford and I'll see to the rest of the fish." "I haven't caught half as many as you have, either of you," said Ford, when he saw with what even-handed justice the fish were divided in three piles, as they were scooped out of the fish-car.
"What of that ?" replied Dab.

"We follow fishermen's rules, down this way.

Share and share alike, you know.

All the luck is outside the boat, they say.