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CHAPTER VI THE RUSE THAT FAILED,A thrill of alarm gripped Billy's heart-strings. Where had Croaker disappeared to? What if old Scroggie's ghost had grabbed him and cast over him the cloak of invisibility? Then in all likelihood he would be the next to feel that damp, clutching shroud.,"I'll do my best, sir, and I'll work from dawn to night to find it, if it's to be found," was the answer.,"I'd awful like to have Harry O'Dule, too.","We are in chase of a ship, my lord," cried Captain Acton, "which we hope to capture.",But a quality of stubbornness was one of Miss Acton's characteristics.,"No, your honour," howled the wretch; "I heard the shot and ran in. I'd have asked him to shoot me instead—I loved him, your honour—I worshipped him, kind gentlemen—he was good to me, he was the only friend I ever had in the world. I'd have died over and over again for him.","I take it it's machinery an' stuff for a saw-mill," answered Billy moodily. "Is it?","Were you here when Mr Lawrence shot himself?" exclaimed Captain Acton to the hunchback Paul, who cowered in his corner with white cheeks and terrified looks.,Billy whistled. "But fifty sticks, Maurice! It's almost more'n she'll need, don't you think?","Yes ma'am," admitted Maurice cheerfully. "I guess I should'a told you first off but Ma she said if you was busy not to say anythin' 'bout her breakin' it.","Doctors!" she cried scornfully. "Little enough they know the needs of a woman at such a time. A doctor may be all right in his place, but his place ain't here among us woods folk. I tell you now I know my duty an' I'll do it because they need me.".