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Sail was at once shortened aboard the schooner and the helm put down, which held the canvas shuddering in smart ripplings of shadow, whilst on board the frigate the lower stun-sail was taken in, the other stun-sails boom-ended, the main topsail yard backed to the wind and the ship's way arrested, all with the alacrity and quietude which are to be found only in a British man-of-war in perfection.,"What's Billy been doin' now?" asked Wilson anxiously.,"How're we goin' to get back 'cross the crick?" whined the vanquished LaRose.,A moment later the "swowee" of the cutting wings sounded, close in, and the old gun spoke twice.,"Come here, you," spoke a low voice as Croaker settled on the other side of the wood pile, and the crow promptly perched himself on Billy's shoulder with a succession of throaty notes that sounded like crazy laughter, but which were really expressions of unadulterated joy. For this boy who had taken him from the nest in the swaying elm when he was nothing but a half-feathered, wide-mouthed fledgling, and had fed him, cared for him, defended him against cat, dog, rooster and human beings—for this boy alone Croaker felt all the love his selfish heart was capable of giving.,Wilson sighed and sank into a chair.,"Give her a good breeze and she can find her legs, but she ain't to be compared with the Aurora.","Hush," warned Billy. His heart was pounding.,"And you mean to tell me that she hatches the egg laid by the mean, bad black bird, Billy?","Watch out!" warned Billy, grasping him by the arm and jerking him to one side, "that struck elm is goin' to fall." A rainbow of flame flashed close before the boys, as the stricken tree crashed across the path, hurling forth a shower of sparks as it came to earth. Then inky darkness followed and from the black canopy which a moment ago had seemed to touch the tree tops the rain fell in torrents.,A thrill of alarm gripped Billy's heart-strings. Where had Croaker disappeared to? What if old Scroggie's ghost had grabbed him and cast over him the cloak of invisibility? Then in all likelihood he would be the next to feel that damp, clutching shroud.,What could such an association as this end[Pg 450] in, but in such a love between the two as must prove irresistible sooner or later as an appeal?.