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A grin rippled across his face and grew into a chuckle. "I bet I sleep in the barn fer a week. I sure hate the smell of sulphur.","There they be now," she said grimly. "The two worst boys in Scotia, Mrs. Wilson.",Just here a step sounded on the gravel outside and a knock fell on the door. Maurice opened the door and in stepped Anson.,"Likely. Now I move we go right over into that ha'nted grove. What you say?",Here, with many low croaks, he proceeded to search his surroundings with quick, suspicious eyes, straining forward to peer closely at scrub or bush, then cunningly twisting about suddenly as though hoping to take some skulking watcher behind him unawares.,"He went with me to the foot of the Causeway last night, ag'in," he said softly.,"The Devil," said the Admiral, "is very bountiful to his servants in his gifts of opportunity.",Caleb's face grew stern. "I told you, Harry O'Dule, that I'd give you no more liquor," he replied.,"Swim?",He found Captain Weaver, the master of the brig, and the captain of the brig in conversation. The skipper of the brig had made no[Pg 363] entry touching his falling in with the Minorca. He could depend upon nothing but his memory, and to the best of his recollection he had given to Captain Weaver the latitude and longitude in which he had spoken the Minorca on the morning before the previous day. It was at least certain that the barque was within easy sailing reach of the schooner; it was equally sure that the schooner was almost directly in the tail of the wake of the Minorca, and that if Captain Weaver continued the course he had been steering he was bound to overhaul her, providing the schooner was the swifter vessel.,A full moon was veiling lake and bay in sheen of silvery whiteness as Hinter and Erie went out into the August night. Eastward the long pine covered Point swept a dark line against the grey, shadowy rush-lands. Somewhere among the hidden ponds mallards and grey ducks were quacking contentedly as they fed. A swamp coon raised his almost human cry as he crept the sandy shores in search of the frogs whose tanging notes boomed from the boglands.,"Well?" Caleb asked finally. "What about it?".