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"Well, it's time you did think. Now you know that ol' Scroggie left him everythin' he owned, don't you?","I say we kin have Louie over, too, Willium," Mrs. Wilson suggested once again.,"What's this going to be?" exclaimed the Admiral to Captain Weaver.,"By Jimminy, you've fooled me so many times, Billy, I have an idea you might jest do it ag'in." Mr. Keeler's grip tightened, and his smile broadened. "Cross your heart, it's right?","The frigate has hoisted her signal, sir," he said, "and we have made ours.","Me jug," whispered Harry. "Where is that divil's halter av a jug, Billy?",And the worthy old sailor chuckled heartily from his throat to the bottom of his waistcoat.,"But, Billy," she remonstrated, "they'll be expecting you to bring some ducks home, you know.","And how did she seem," said Captain Weaver, "when she got into the boat?","Yep." Caleb bent and scrutinized the basket.,"Yes," agreed Wilson, "I guess maybe he is. But, Deacon, I don't know what their game is; wish I did.","He is all right, Billy," she answered softly..