"Mr Greyquill!" cried Miss Acton. "Why, he may have come with news of Lucy. Bid him step in!",
Billy shook his head. "I'd sort o' like to," he said, slowly, "jest to find out what game they're up to, but I guess if we know what's good fer us we'll go home an' take off these wet duds. Hard lookin' customers, wasn't they?",
"'I'll give you five dollars if you'll catch them weasels that are killin' my chickens,' he says..
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