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Lucy bit her under-lip, but certainly the general expression of her face was not one of displeasure.,"A brilliant piece of work, sir," cried Nelson.,One box fruit-crackers.,"Why, yes, sir, course I do. But I never should ha' thought it. Why of all the young ladies——",Billy found Mrs. Keeler peeling onions in the cook-house and after some trouble made her understand what was wanted. While she was shedding her apron and hunting for her hat he went outside. Maurice's school-books and slate lay on the bench beneath the hop vine. Billy grinned as his eyes fell on them. He climbed to the top of the gate-post and searched the surrounding fields for his chum, locating him finally down near the ditch, a lonely and pathetic figure seated on a little knoll, methodically topping mangles with a sickle. His back was toward Billy and it took all the latter's self restraint to refrain from giving the rally call, but he remembered what he had promised Maurice's father. So he slid down from the post and picking up the slate, produced a stub of slate-pencil from a pocket and wrote a message in symbols. Then on the other side of the slate he duplicated the message, adding the necessary key to the code. This was the message that Billy wrote,"His game you mean.",Here, with many low croaks, he proceeded to search his surroundings with quick, suspicious eyes, straining forward to peer closely at scrub or bush, then cunningly twisting about suddenly as though hoping to take some skulking watcher behind him unawares.,"The Phœbe is bound to that port," again interrupted Mr Fellowes.,Anson, sitting slit-eyed and gleeful close beside him, received the slap with a force that knocked his face into his porridge bowl.,"Yep, an' warm. We're sure to have a rough fall an' a humdinger of a winter.",4 cans salmon.,"Oh, hokey! ain't that great. How'd you come to know all that, Bill?".