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Billy frowned. "What did Hinter say when you gave him the message, Harry?",“May I ask whether it was you that took the boat-hook out of my sail-boat?”,"How did you know it was about to take place?",“Much good they’ll do me,” he muttered to himself and sat down with his back to the door to plan some new attempt.,Elinor looked after her thoughtfully.,Everything had been disagreeable all the afternoon, until by and by he happened to think of trying to dance a mazurka on his highest stilts. Doing that he had fortunately forgotten his troubles.,"Has Mr Eagle been talking to you about the subject of our conversation this morning?" said Mr Lawrence.,He was standing disconsolate, looking up the street for stragglers, when his mother came in again.,“’Gainst rules, son,” was the man’s answer, pulling a lever which made a great bucket shoot up from the depths.,"Not yourn? Then whose is it?" she cried in amazement.,As the children whose ancestors came from Europe have stories about the heroes who killed wicked and cruel monsters—like Jack the Giant Killer, for example—so the Indian children hear stories about persons who had magic power and who went about the world destroying those who treated cruelly or killed the Indians of the camps. Such a hero was Kŭt-o-yĭs´, and this is how he came to be alive and to travel about from place to place, helping the people and destroying their enemies.,Judith's only reply was a giggle..