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CHAPTER XIII ERIE OF THE LIGHT-HOUSE Billy had thrown off his shooting-coat and was climbing out of the blind. Billy whistled. "But fifty sticks, Maurice! It's almost more'n she'll need, don't you think?".
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Then, his master still remaining blind to the wealth of treasure disclosed to him, Croaker spread his wings and sailed away over the pine-tops. Billy, despair in his heart, followed. All fear of the supernatural was gone from him now, crowded out by bitter disappointment at his failure to find the hidden gold. He passed close beside the haunted house without so much as a thought of the ghost of the man who had owned it and on through the silent pines and shadowy, grave-yard silence. This tale induced Captain Acton to indulge in the recital of a hair-breadth escape of his own, but a flow of exciting anecdotes was arrested by Miss Acton declaring that she was not strong enough to bear to hear such horrid, moving stories, particularly just a little before bed-time. "What on earth have you been reading in your day about madness to give you such extraordinary ideas?" said Captain Acton. "No, sir, we have sighted nothing of that sort.".
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