Wilson whistled softly. "You don't say!" he managed to articulate. "Why, Mary, it's a pipe!",
"The French Flotilla!" exclaimed Miss Acton. "In sight, do you say?",
And now as Billy carried him towards the root-house he recited the various adventures which had been his since they had parted, recited them, it is true, in hoarse unintelligible crow-language, but which Billy was careful to indicate he understood right well..
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