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"I understand," said the Admiral. "This[Pg 113] should prove a very good offer—very good terms. What will this ship carry?","No," she replied, "there's no such thing as a ghost, Billy.","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.","Well, there's the Proctors, five families of 'em an' every last one of 'em a brother to the other.","Where away?" yelled Captain Weaver from the side of the wheel.,His last words were drowned in the wind. Already he was dragging the punt from the reeds. A moment later Stanhope heard the dip of his oars as he rounded the point and put the tiny craft into the seas and his cheerful hail, "I'll be back soon, teacher.","You're a'goin' to find that some job," said Billy quietly.,"Has Mr Eagle been talking to you about the subject of our conversation this morning?" said Mr Lawrence.,"He surely did not," answered Cobin. "Nobody knows where he went—nor cares. But nobody can do anythin' with that timber without his sayso. It's a year or more since ol' Scroggie died. People do say that his ghost floats about the old cabin, at nights, but of course that can't be, sir.",It was just at this juncture that Fatty Watland arrived; smiling and panting, with the pail, borrowed from his mother, full of drinking water. It took him but a moment to learn from one of the boys what had transpired. It took him still less time to reach the platform. There, with much humiliation of spirit and many "sirs," he explained to the greatly surprised, and it must be confessed, secretly relieved Mr. Johnston, the true state of affairs.,"It's a fact, Harry," backed Maurice.,Sir William started back in his chair, crying faintly: "My God! Look at her, Acton!".