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"It's one of the gold pieces your uncle hid away. Come on, now we'll see that Croaker throw a fit.",He said something now, low and guttural, to the woman shaking her fist at him in impotent anger. His voice was almost human in tone, his attitude so sinister that she shuddered. "That's right, swear at me, too," she cried, "add insult to injury, you black imp! If it wasn't fer bein' scared of shootin' myself I'd get the gun an' shoot you, I would so!","What you mean?" asked Anson suspiciously.,"Mrs Bigg, ma'am! I never heard of her.","It is a very great pity," she thought to herself, "that so handsome a young man, and one so spirited and daring as he has proved, should abandon himself to his vicious tastes. The longer he remains here the more sottish he will become, and the lower will his manhood sink till he will be at no pains to relieve his father from the obligation of supporting or helping him, and the gallant creature who, if he took the right path, would march easily to fame and dignity and affluence, must end as a drunken, trembling, degraded wretch, the object of pity or scorn, and who has pity for such people?" The beautiful girl sighed.,"Yes, we mustn't forget Billy, God bless him.",Captain Acton paused for a few moments at the foot of the companion ladder with a grave smile on his face.,"It's mighty queer," Billy confessed. "But you see, if that little bird was wise, she'd scoop that crow black bird's egg out o' her nest, instead of hatchin' it.","What you want'a do, Croaker?" he asked, stroking the bird's neck feathers smooth.,Keeler thrust out a huge hand. "That's me," he answered. "You're jest in time fer breakfast. It's nigh ready. Come 'round back an' wash up. Maurice, go put the teacher's horse in the stable an' give him a feed.","Me hands are a bit unsteady," said Harry, quickly. "We'll l'ave the light be as ut is, Billy.",He glanced at her closely, struck by the odd note in her voice. "He seems a manly little chap," he said. "I must get to know him better.".