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Every back bent a little lower. Every face flushed a little rosier under its coat of grime. Praise from Billy was all they asked. “They’ve stolen her, all right. I don’t know why, but I know who,—it’s the Ha’nt people!” Billy panted, coming out of the Lodge. “Jethro barks with his mouth an’ smiles with his tail,” said Betty. “O Billy, the poor rabbit will surely be caught; and you know the stag hid in ‘Trosach’s wildest nook.’”.