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"You bet!" came the spontaneous answer.,"Ay, father had a very fine voice, to be sure," said Captain Acton, "and so has Mr Lawrence.",He looked steadily at his son whose eyes were fixed upon the carriage which the Actons were at that moment entering.,,"Walter Watland, sir," panted Fatty, glimpsing the light in the nick of time.,Mr Lawrence was exceedingly thoughtful. What opinion he was arriving at, whether he was beginning to think that the girl was really mad or that she was merely acting with extravagant absurdity in the hope of disgusting him, you could not have told by looking at his face.,"Gee whitticker!" exclaimed Billy. "I wish now I hadn't promised you I'd come in. All right, lead on. Let's get the funeral over with.","No, tell me here.",Sir William started back in his chair, crying faintly: "My God! Look at her, Acton!","Whew!" he whistled, "an' all gold, too. The three pieces that Croaker took make the even three thousand.",Billy stood up. "I'll tell you what I'm willin' to do, Anse," he suggested. "If you'll keep mum about this thing, I'll let you come duck-shootin' with me an' Maurice tomorrow.",So that was it? Anson had "peached"! Billy swallowed hard. His mind reviewed the days of the past two weeks. Again he saw a pair of blue eyes, misty with love and feeling; heard a voice whose cadence was sweeter than honey saying, "My! Billy, you are so different from any other boy I've ever met; and you always wear such nice clothes, too." Oh those wonderful, joy-filled days! What boy would not have risked far more than he had risked to win such commendation from the girl of all girls..