"My father say he want you come to his house," he said diffidently.
"Sure I will," said Ambrose.
Tole lingered by his dugout, affecting to test the elasticity of his paddle on the stones.

He glanced at Ambrose with a speculative eye.
"Maybe you and Peter Minot open a store across the river and trade with us," he suggested with a casual air.
Ambrose was staggered by the possibilities it opened up.

He knew the idea was already in Peter's mind.

What if he, Ambrose, should be chosen to carry it out?
He sparred for wind.
"I don't know," he said warily.

"There is much to be considered.