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"The French Flotilla!" exclaimed Miss Acton. "In sight, do you say?" Billy stood up, a grin on his face. "That pine bench looked so invitin' I jest couldn't help tryin' my new knife on it," he explained. "But I didn't s'pose fer a minute that you'd mind." A gleam of satisfaction lit Anson's shifty eyes. "All right," he said shortly, and went off after the herd..
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Sunday-night prayer meeting was just over. The worshippers had gone from the church in twos and threes. Deacon Ringold had remained behind to extinguish the church lights and lock up. As he stepped from the porch into the shadows along the path, a small hand gripped his arm. "I found—" Billy commenced, his mind flashing back to the bubbling geysers of the pond—then chancing to catch the expression in Hinter's face he finished, "jest what you said, a big pond of stinkin' dead water, crawlin' with all kinds of blood-suckers an' things." "But you don't say you were paid to do so," answered Greyquill. "Has she returned home?" asked Captain Acton..
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