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"'You think you got all of 'em, Bill?" Scraff called.,"I guess we've struck into the big woods," Billy informed him. "Anyways, the trees are gettin' thicker the further we go.","Any relation, sir, of Lawrence of the Peterel and Curieux affair?" he cried.,"So you're back at last, are you?" she addressed Billy, crossly. "Thought you'd never come. I've been waitin' on that sugar an' stuff fer two hours er more. Now, you go into the pantry and get somethin' to eat, while I unpack this basket. I know you must be nigh starved.",Lou, bending to caress him, heard Billy give an exclamation, and ran forward. "It's here, Lou," he cried excitedly, "a tin box an' a shot-bag full of gold in a hollered-out log. The bag has been ripped open by Croaker. I'll have to go inside to get the box out.","In a camlet jacket. There was something of the sailor's rig in his costume.",Wilson, striving to keep his face grave, nodded. "That's how it's been, I guess, Mary. He kin no more help pickin' up every snake and animal he comes across then he kin help breathin'. But he don't mean any harm, Billy don't.",Mrs. Wilson could scarcely believe her ears. "You don't mean that havin' took him you had any thoughts of keepin' him, Willium?" she managed to say.,"Have you no better clothes than what you wear?" he said.,Billy glanced at the window, poorly protected by a cotton mosquito screen, and shivered.,CHAPTER VIII LUCK RIDES THE STORM,"But Harry, don't you see, that stuff belongs to Caleb Spencer. The thieves must have hid it there, in the ha'nted house.".