Dab Kinzer A Story of a Growing Boy

her mother, in church, the next morning. "Did

as Annie Foster to guess that he had gotten himself up so unusually on her account? She did not guess it; but when she met him at

exclaimed:

at?" ask

t you're

ou, i

ink I'm like

do you

till you spoke to me, and no

sort of a laugh; but she was beginning to think her brother's

rom crabs and their color; but she told her mother, on their way

us evening, from a long conference with Dab, brimful of the proposed yachting cruise; a

ould not permit her son to go out in that way if she did not feel safe about him. He h

sn't half the danger there is in dri

a storm," she ti

es might

might ge

ht a ca

than half sorry she could not go with them. In fact, she said so to Da

to have you," replied Dab very

y n

t across the bay, a

n't I

don't think

could

t likely, you'd be too sea-s

behind Dabney, quietly remar

e turned

he had; and she walked right away with he

lters," said Dab almost sav

ld hope

now what you go to

shing. How much do you s'pose a young lad

much; but Annie and I mean to

ie a

ot beaten her old playfellow quite as badly as usual. There were several sharp things on the

A sail on the bay was nothing so new or wonderful for him to look forwa

as in a stew and turmoil all day. In fact, just

that you are r

Cook's

other, in

son Cr

rse books than they are,

t to have better; but w

mean to imit

romptly res

got Dick Lee to go alo

's man, n

er two? Well, don't get cast away o

gant "cases" Mr. Foster had brought from the city with him; for Samantha was inclined to be of a literary turn of mind. All the cases and shelves

s was down at the landing, to see their young sailors make their start; and they were

hing him, not to try any thing that he was not sure of; though he carefully

sest fellow in the world,

tip-top, for a gr

little craft in the inlet; and in a marvellously short time she was dancing out upon the blue waves of the spreading "bay." It was a

ow,'" said Ford. "How she skims! Can you get in

in with a slide, water-tight. It's fitted with rubber. We can

made so t

ces at the sides and under the seats are all water-tight

How it

getting away from under the lan

ot wrecked on the cars the

the

orgot to tell

was, how Ford should have failed to give Dab that story before. No such failure would have been possible

instead of Annie,

you tell me she cam

all night. She ran away from those cousins of mine.

at? What di

e tending sail; and Dab could listen with all his ears to Ford's account of hi

asked Dabney, as Ford closed his recit

, and I can. Anyhow, I mean

can

cher. Put me up to

w me how, whe

l we choose. I've t

fresh. We'll have a tough time tacking home against su

remarked Dick, "we's

what

oin' fo'

e can we do? That's

o' dirty,

r had been a more experienced and prudent seaman, he would have kept "The Swallow" inside the bar that day, at any risk of Ford Foster's good opinion. As

had been said in her favor. The "mile to run" was a very short one, and it seemed to Ford F

stance. It opened to view, however, as they drew near; and Dab Kinzer rose higher than ever in his frien

re you said we were to tr

Get the grapnel rea

went down, jib and main; "The Swallow" was drifting along under bare poles, and Di

ea

on, the hawser f

do, Dick:

ilful turn around its "

's about three fathoms, and

urely and firmly; but, the moment there came any strain on the seemingly stout haws

" shouted Dick, as he frantically p

on Dab Kinzer's face for a

in three minutes! Haul away, Dick! Haul with him,

long the line of the coast, at distances varying from a hundred yards or so to nearly a mile, there

tered on the shoals, where the bit of a yacht would find plenty of water unde

rough the inlet in t

our teeth, and it's get

o to try to keep

an we d

nd, and run 'em. The sea isn't very

hite line of foaming surf and tossing breakers. He saw, however, a look of heroic resolution ri

ugh Ford was no sailor, he could see that her only chance to penetrate that per

thness, here and there, in the tossing and plunging line; but they were bad enough, at the

ted Dab, as "The S

come!"

r, and father; but he had not a word

ly as she really was; once or twice pitching dangerously in short, chopping seas, and shipping water enough to wet her brave young mariners to the skin, a

ys! We're o

so," sa

y; "but how on earth will we ever get ashor

lulled, or whopped around a little, we'd find our way in, easy enough, long before night. We might have a tou

ermined not to let Dab see it; and he made an effort at t

r 'em much, but you m

great luck with them