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"No, sir. When am I to leave this ship?",So hummed old Harry as he stirred the potatoes and wet his vocal chords, occasionally, from the jug at his feet.,"I hope your cold is better, Mr Greyquill," said she, making to proceed in her walk.,"Gollies, no. I never thought—',He had half mounted the cabin ladder when he was brought to a stand by a sound of voices, of men speaking hard by the companion-way.,He paused. "See here, Pa," he cried, "I happen to know one er two things about Hinter that I don't like. He's the boss of at least two bad men, an' I guess maybe there's more in the gang, too.",Lou laughed, "What's he up to now, Billy?","It's the rheumatics. It's got into my feet and my shoulders. It's a pain as no spirits can stand up against.",The fellow ceased. He had told all he had to relate, and he was by no means such a fool as not to see in his listener's face that he had related much more than enough. He scratched his thigh as a monkey would, and fell to waiting upon his master.,So much had she told him, and the light had gone from her eyes, the song from her lips.,Billy grinned, "You bet! I tell you Ma kin certainly roast partridge fine, an' say, can't old Harry play the dandiest tune you ever heard? Lou says he puts all the songs of the wood-birds into one sweet warble.",They crossed the lot and went through the pines to the sunny open. There, on a mossy knoll, Lou spread her cloak, and Billy poured the gold from bag and box upon it..