A curious smile puckered his face directly and he stood staring at them.
"Why, you have been a long time, Dave," cried Dick.
"Long, boy ?" "Yes, long.

You asked us to come over and see the netting." "Ay, so I did, boy; but there soon wean't be no netting." "Then come on and let's see it while there is some," cried Dick.

"When we used to be home from school you always said we were too young.

You can't say that now." "Ay, bud I can," said the man with a dry chuckle.
"Then don't," said Dick.

"You've brought your gun there!" he cried joyfully.
"Ay, I've brote my gun," said Dave; "but I hevven't any powder." "Yes, you have, Dave," cried Dick, tugging the wine-bottle from his pocket.