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"All hunky. Now you move along, an' if you happen to meet Fatty Watland, er Maurice, er any other boys, don't you let on a word about this." "Suits me," agreed Billy, "but jest how? That's the question." Wilson whistled. "What in the world does he want with that swamp, I wonder?" he cried..
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Billy climbed the rail fence and crossed the basswood swale to the highland. He approached the beech grove cautiously and peered about him. Seated on a log at the lower end of a grassy glade was a boy about his own age, a boy with round, bullet head poised on a thick neck set between square shoulders. The voice of Lucy within cried out: "Is anybody there?" A number of the boys ran out to gather kindling and wood and soon a fire was crackling in the stove. "The Admiral and I," answered Captain Acton, talking as though slightly embarrassed, though moved by other feelings, "consider that we cannot do better than remove Mr Lawrence into this ship, and carry him to England.".
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