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He turned abruptly away to follow the wagons but Billy's voice stopped him.,"I'll put it low to make sure," responded Captain Weaver, "and call it a hundred and twenty-five miles a day, though a hundred and fifty would be nearer the mark.","Trust to me, madam," said Mr Lawrence, and taking the old lady by the hand he marched her on to the planks, and they went in safety over the side into the ship. The Admiral and Lucy followed.,"Daddy," she cried, running over to kneel beside him. "It was selfish of me to leave you alone.",She dropped the yellow blossoms on the mound and they went out into the sunshine together and gathered more. When they had finished the task they went across to the weedy plot in which stood the tumble-down hut. There, seated side by side beneath a gnarled wild-apple tree, Billy told her all he had to tell her, and heard her say, just as he knew she would say, "Billy, I'm glad.",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.,"Yes, sir, he is on board the Victory. She is the one that is ahead of and to windward of the ship that has stun-sails set.",Captain Weaver reflected. "To-day, sir," he said, "is Toosday. I'll engage to be under way by Saturday.","Poor old Daddy," Erie laughed, coming around to sit on the arm of his chair. "It does seem too bad you can't have your smoke. I'm sure you miss it dreadfully; but you see you are so much stronger and better I—well, I simply won't let you smoke just yet, that's all.","Fish ought'a bite fine today," said Maurice as he stowed the cookies away in his bosom.,Captain Acton was silent for a few moments. He then said: "My dear friend, have you reflected upon all that your son's return to England must signify to him?","Yep, an' warm. We're sure to have a rough fall an' a humdinger of a winter.".