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Croaker blinked and seemed to be thinking hard.,Billy had not only accommodated the trouble-seekers in this regard but had nearly knocked the noses off their freckled faces as well, after which he had proceeded to lick, on sight, each and every Sand-sharker with whom his lonely rambles brought him in contact. But his victories lacked the old time zest. He missed Maurice's "Gee! Bill, that left swing to his eye was a corker"; missed Elgin's offer to bet a thousand dollars that Billy Wilson could lick, with one hand tied behind him, any two Sand-sharkers that ever smelled a smoked herrin'. Victory was indeed empty of glory. And so the glad days were sad days for Billy. It was an empty world. What boy in Billy's place would not have been low-spirited under like conditions? What boy would not have paused, as he was doing now, to itemize his woes?,Did he believe her mad, or did he conceive that she was merely feigning a part?,Maurice sat down weakly on a block and wiped his face on his sleeve.,"That won't hurt him; he's always tired anyway," rejoined Billy. "But we'd best go.",Slowly Billy lowered the charm and looked at Harry. The old man sat, puffing his short pipe, a derisive grin on his unshaven lips.,Mr Eagle stood at the head of the side ladder when Captain Acton and the others stepped on board. At his elbow was Mr Pledge. Some of the crew were grinning, and all seemed to be hugely delighted by what was happening.,Wilson whistled softly. "You don't say!" he managed to articulate. "Why, Mary, it's a pipe!",Then it was that Croaker, gripping the glasses in one black claw, burst into a cry of joyful recognition.,CHAPTER VI THE LETTER,He took the path through the trees, Harry stumbling close behind, grumbling and protesting against the unkind fate that would not allow of his celebrating victory in a manner befitting a true son of Ireland. When, at length, they reached the edge of the wood, Billy stopped and pointed to a stump.,CHAPTER XXIII MR. HINTER PROVES A PUZZLE.