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"I regret to have to say it," said Miss Acton, "but I must think—I cannot help it, that Mr Lawrence's hand is in this strange disappearance of my niece.",Jim Scroggie entered the school yard with his sister by his side. He paused a moment to let his eyes stray to the faces of the three hopefuls on the fence, conjecturing with a boy's intuition that in this trio he saw some of the ring-leaders of the school. Jim wore a smart tweed coat and knickerbockers, and a shirt of grey flannel with a soft silk tie. His sister, Lou, was dressed daintily in white, with soft blue collar that matched the glorious depths of her eyes. She smiled now, and the three on the fence immediately underwent a change of heart. Elgin Scraff was the first to slide down and approach the new boy in a spirit of fellowship.,"I see," said Scroggie. Of course he didn't, but he wanted to make Billy feel that he did.,"Not yourn? Then whose is it?" she cried in amazement.,"Oh he is, eh? Well, tell him to come out here; I want to see him.","Worse than usual tonight, isn't it?" he asked in kindly tones.,"I reported her as soon as I saw her, sir.","I'm right here," he answered.,"That will be mutiny. To refuse an order aboard ship is mutiny. In the Navy we hang men for that sort of conduct.","Well," said Captain Acton, "I may say of Nelson as Pope said of Dryden: Virgilium tantum vidi. I was on the Hard when two Naval officers came ashore. I was thinking of other matters, and scarcely observed them until they were abreast or a little past me. Then my glance going to one I instantly perceived he was Nelson. His companion, I believe, was Troubridge. In the glimpse I got of Nelson's face I was struck by its paleness and careworn appearance. He looked at least fifteen years older than his age. They passed rapidly out of sight. I cannot express the emotions which that one-armed little figure excited in me—St Valentine's Day, the Nile, Copenhagen!",CHAPTER XXI A DAY WITH THE DUCKS,"No," she replied, "there's no such thing as a ghost, Billy.".