I"d ha" fetched it. But I"m glad I had a chance to set him right about that scrimmage. I thought those three chaps were kind o" stuck up, but everybody"ll know where to place "em now."
There was nothing like anger, or even disapproval, on Dr. Brandegee"s face when he walked away; but he was muttering,--
"Know how to box, do they? I thought I saw something like it. They"re a fine lot of young fellows. I must keep my eye on them. They"ll be MEN one of these days!"
They were only boys yet, however; and they were hardly arrived in front of the kitchen-door before they began to make the proposed division of the fish.
Mrs. Myers came to meet d.i.c.k, and receive an account of his errand.
"You"ve been gone twice as long--I declare, Almira, come here and see these fish. You have had wonderful luck, I must say. More"n we"ll know what to do with."
"I will attend to the cleaning of them," began Dabney; but d.i.c.k interrupted him with,--
"Guess not, Cap"n Dab. I"s cleaned loads ob fish. Won"t be no time at all puttin" t"rough jes" a string or two."
"d.i.c.k will clean them," said Mrs. Myers; "but it"s too late to cook any for supper."
She turned away into the house as she spoke, and took Almira with her.
"Now, boys," said Dabney, "we"ve just time, before supper, to go with these other strings, and get back."
They would have been late indeed, if they had stopped to talk with every one who wanted to admire Dab"s big pickerel and Ford"s remarkable ba.s.s; but a little good management brought them to Dr. Brandegee"s in not much more than five times the number of minutes needed to walk the distance.
The fish were handed to the door-opener with,--
"The compliments of Mr. Harley, Mr. Kinzer, and Mr. Foster," and a great flourish of a bow from the latter, which could hardly be made to keep that string company till the doctor should see it.
"Now for the minister"s."
The good man himself replied to the ring at his door-bell; but Dabney was half sorry he had consented to be spokesman this time.
"My young friends?" said Mr. Fallow inquiringly.
"Fish, sir," said Dab. "Some we caught to-day over in Green Pond. We thought we"d bring you a mess of "em."
He thought, too, without saying it,--
"Now I"ve made a mess of it. Why didn"t I let Ford do it?"
"Thank you. Thank you, my young friends. Very kind and thoughtful. Won"t you walk in?"
"No, sir, thank you. It"s most supper-time. We must hurry back."
"Mary! Come and see these fish. Some very fine ones. Going? Indeed? Saw you in church last Sunday. Hope I"ll see you there again to morrow.
Good-afternoon, my dear young friends."
"Good-afternoon, sir."
They walked away a little rapidly, but with a vivid and decidedly pleasant impression that they had given the pale-faced, earnest-eyed minister an extraordinary amount of comfort.
"The fish ain"t worth much," said Ford. "It couldn"t have been just them!"
No, indeed, it was not, and they failed to make it out to their satisfaction; but it might have helped them if they had seen him hand the fish to "Mary," and say,--
"There, what do you think of that? The very boys I told you of."
"The ones you saw on the green, fighting?"
"Exactly. I must see Dr. Brandegee. They can"t be altogether bad."
"Bad? No! There must be something about it. The doctor always knows. He will be able to explain it, I know."
Great was the confidence of the Grantley people in Dr. Brandegee, as to any and all things relating to "his boys;" and that of Mrs. Fallow was none the less when her husband returned from his evening call.
"Defending that colored boy? You don"t say. The dear, brave little fellows! Fighting is dreadful. Did any of them get hurt?"
"Hurt, dear? No; and they gave those young ruffians--H"m! Well--David had to do a great deal of fighting, Mary, but we must not approve too."--
"My dear! I say they did right."
And the little woman"s tired face flushed into sudden beauty, with her honest enthusiasm over "those boys."
They had not reached the end of their day"s experiences, however, when they left the minister"s gate, or even when they arrived at their own.
At that very moment Mrs. Myers was once more standing in the kitchen doorway.
"d.i.c.k, as soon as you"ve had your supper, you may take one of those strings of fish over to Deacon Short"s, and another to Mrs.
Sunderland"s. You may clean all the rest."
"Yes"m," said d.i.c.k vaguely, "but dar"s on"y one string."
"Only one? Where are all the rest, I"d like to know?"
Dabney and his friends were around the corner of the house now, and her last question was plainly directed to them.
"The rest of what, Mrs. Myers"?"
"Why, the fish. What have you done with them?"
"Oh! they"re all right, Mrs. Myers," said Ford. "Fish are good for brains. That"s what we"ve done with "em."
"Brains? What"--
"Exactly. Next to us three, the men that work their brains the hardest around here are Mr. Fallow and my friend Dr. Brandegee."
"And you never asked me a word about it!"
"About what?" inquired Dabney. "I must say I don"t quite understand. Do you mean, about what we were to do with our fish?"
"Of course I do. I can"t allow"--