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The driver cracked his whip and the load went on, swaying and creaking as it left the soft sand for the corduroy.,A spasm of pain crossed the boy's face. "Like a man," he answered shortly.,"You might tell him that he's an angel if you wanter lie to him," returned Shipley, "or that he's a canny old skin-flint, if you wanter tell him the truth. I reckon, though, sonny, you best tell him that we'll be along 'tween ten and leven.,"To prospect; to look for a new field. I figured that the Pennsylvania vein would come out about here and extend northward.",All eyes switched from the teacher to Fatty Watland. Fatty, his face very red, rose slowly and stood before the frowning Mr. Johnston.,"That's what will happen!" cried Miss Acton. "Would our sailors permit a stranger like Mr Lawrence to steal your daughter and your ship and what is in her, and be dismissed from your service by him at Rio Janeiro with promises of your paying them treble wages when they got home, and applied to you? Oh no, no, no!","Yes, Ma'am; I mean jest that. You see, Ma, that ol' horse don't belong to Teacher Johnston any more. We bought him.",He ran his eyes proudly over the spars of his vessel and along the length of her.,Billy had heard and understood. When his dad sent him one of those "up and away" signals he never questioned its significance. He didn't like listening in secret, but surely he reasoned, a boy had a right to know just what was coming to him. And he knew what was coming to him, all right—a caning from the supple hickory ramrod—maybe!,With kindly pressure he obliged the old seaman to resume his seat, and then turned with something of fierceness upon old Greyquill.,"Holy Smoke! Bill, take it away!" he yelled, as his chum's laugh fell on his ears.,"No," said Hinter, startled at the directness of look and question. "I don't know.".