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"Where's Bill?" Anson asked him.,Mrs. Wilson held out her hand. "Harry O'Dule," she said, her voice unsteady, "I always knowed you had the makin's of a man in you. I'm gladder than I kin say.","Before we board the Minorca," said Captain Acton to the Admiral, "we must hear what Fellowes proposes, or what instructions he comes with from Lord Garlies.",With a gasp Scroggie went to earth, where he lay writhing. After a time he struggled to a sitting posture.,"Go an' tell Croaker an' Ringdo the whole business, an' let that crow an' swamp-coon 'tend to you.",Below his window sounded a whippoorwill's call. From the opposite side of the room came the long, regular snores of Anson. Billy sat up in bed and started to remove the tacks from the window screen.,"Where away?",Captain Acton easily perceived what was happening, and might as easily have guessed what was to come. The Admiral was as perceptive as his friend, and as reserved.,"Wasn't she reported from the masthead?","I've been waitin' for you and now I'm goin' to lick you," he said.,"Billy with a girl!" cried Landon in wonder.,CHAPTER VIII LUCK RIDES THE STORM.