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"Yes I promise not to tell anybody but Maurice?" He led the way to the house, Maurice following meekly with the market-basket, eyes running tears and throat burning. He entered the cabin and took his place. Mr Eagle at the foot of the table carved the boiled beef. When they were fairly under way with their dinner Paul went forward, and the two men were alone in the cabin, out of hearing of Mr Lawrence's ears through the open skylight if they suppressed their voices, equally out of hearing of the inmate, under lock and key, of the captain's cabin..
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"The wind's gone down," said the boy. "Jest a fair sailin' breeze now." "Send the people about and make enquiries," answered Captain Acton. "She is making calls. It is the Minorca that has disappeared." "It means, o' course, that we'll get no more fish," spoke up the practical Scraff. "'I hope they won't get among my quail,' I says, an' Scraff he turned round an' looked at me mighty hard, but he didn't say nuthin'. He went away, grumblin', an' carryin' six of Dad's traps. Course I knowed he couldn't catch a weasel in a trap in twenty years an' he didn't catch any either. Ma weasel killed some more of his Leghorns, an' then Scraff he comes to me. 'Billy,' he says, 'is there any way to get rid of weasels?' 'Sure there's a way,' I says, 'but not everybody knows it.'.
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