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Anson started to whimper. "I do have bad dreams," he confessed miserably, "but pie an' tarts ain't to blame fer it.",Maurice dropped on all fours and started wriggling through the rough stubble, sighing in relief as he reached the desired spot.,These and a few further words brought them to the gateway of Old Harbour House. They entered and found Miss Acton in the dining-room.,"'All this time,' I says, an' to save my life I couldn't help laughin' at the look on his face. He knowed right then that I had put up a job on him but he couldn't figure out how.","That will be giving the Minorca long odds, won't it?" said Captain Acton.,"Hence the value of being able to make a leg in your opinion, madam," said General Groves.,"Yep." Caleb bent and scrutinized the basket.,"All right, Mary," he agreed, his hand on the door-latch.,"No, it ain't that. I guess maybe she's worried more'n cross, an' she's scared too—scared stiff. Well, who wouldn't be with that awful thing prowlin' around ready to claw the insides out'a people in their sleep?","Oh, my dear, dear Lucy," he cried, "little can you conceive how the man who carried[Pg 362] you off has made your aunt and me, and his father, suffer!",Eagle was on board to see to the arrival of cargo which came into Old Harbour very leisurely in waggon-loads at a time. The[Pg 117] Minorca was now receiving commodities for the passage out, but she did not sail till the 3rd of May, and was not yet more than half full up.,Billy put the basket down again. "Say, what did she want with all that hoarhound candy?" he asked curiously..