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He ran his eyes proudly over the spars of his vessel and along the length of her.,"'Then,' sez he, 'wull yu do me the favor av deliverin' a missage to him an' kin ye go now?' says he.,Mr Greyquill's office was in High Street. He used two rooms for his professional affairs, and the rest of the house, which was a small one, he lived in. He was an attorney, and a flourishing one: so mean that his name had passed into a proverb, but honourable in his dishonourable doings, so that though every man agreed that Greyquill was a scoundrel, all held that he kept well within the lines of his villainy, and that he was unimpeachable outside the prescribed and understood rules of his roguery.,Billy sat up and surveyed his companions with disgust.,"Now teacher," he said, dropping into a seat by the fire, "give us the news.","Say, Billy," he cried, "your Ma an' Pa's there.",He smiled and held out his hand. The other man took it dazedly, then slowly and with head lifted towards the darkening skies, he passed down the road.,"I guess so," Billy replied indifferently.,"There you are, Harry." Billy, having completed the magic circle, stood up and put the charm back in his pocket. "Not a chink in it," he assured the old man.,"Nobody stole his horse," replied Billy. "The poor thing was so lean an' hungry that it weaved when it walked; all we did was sneak it out o' the school-yard an' hide it where there was good pasture.",The teacher followed his host, gingerly rubbing the knuckles which had been left blue by the farmer's strong grip.,"The whole job of the ship sailing before her time is a mystery to me, sir," said Captain Weaver..