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Many persons were standing around, all looking at Grandmother and Johnny Blossom.,"All the same we must mind our eye," said Captain Acton. "Shorten sail, Captain Weaver! But furl nothing! And stand by to get away close hauled on the larboard tack before we're within gunshot.","Well," said the young man, "where is your piskun—where do you kill buffalo?",Billy paused and rolled a bread crumb. When he looked up his eyes were dark. "Anse has told you that it was me who sneaked him out o' the yard, an' led him away where he could feed an' rest an' get the sores made by the hard saddle an' hickory healed, an' Anse didn't lie fer once. I did do it, an' I'd do it ag'in.,"Give me your pipe," said Cold Maker.,The wind, driving furiously from the west, flung the clouds before it—great sullen masses of flying gray vapor that now broke into drenching torrents, shaking the barn and tearing at the casements. In a moment the place was dark with its roar and the rumble of coming fury undertoned the shrill screams of the greedy tempest wind.,Let us forget,,"Your husband is looking for you," she says to Mona, in an icy tone. "You had better go to him. This is no place for you.",CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR.,"You can hardly mean that?" says Mona, with some surprise.,Is scorned abroad, and lives on tricks at home?",Presently they came to others of the posse, and after that to a long line of farmers and other citizens, fighting desperately but successfully against the dying flames..