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Maurice was climbing a tall poplar standing on the bank of the creek. "I say, Billy," he cried excitedly. "There she is, jest 'round the bend. They've beached her in that piece of woods. It's Joe LaRose an' Art Shipley that took her, I'll bet a cookie. They're always goin' 'cross there to hunt fer turtle's eggs.",“Yes, indeed, that’s a fine piece of work!”,"Did you not meet Maurice, my dear?",They gulped their coffee and soon cast off, letting the stream carry them gently towards the face of the great obstruction. A few minutes later they saw the solution of this mystery. Under the cliff the river flowed swiftly and silently into a dark hole.,"I, massa! Ole Dido she do nuffin. Massa Maurice he die Voodoo! Oh, yes.","Dat so; but I not see dat debble-stick.","When, Tom, when?" asked Ringold, eagerly.,“This isn’t so bad,” he continued, as he led her into a sunny upper chamber that looked on the mountain in the rear. “And it’ll be all over in a day or so; you’ll see your father,—on the square you will, little kid. Do you think you’ll scream? You’d better not.” He put his hand under her chin to lift her face, and she was glad he wore gloves.,Scroggie stared. "I've heard of you," he said, "an' the feller who told me you could lick your weight in wildcats wasn't far wrong. You had me fooled, though," he laughed. "I swallowed what you said about nice boys not fightin', swallowed it whole. Oh, Moses!","Yep; they don't seem to take to the crick water," Billy replied. "It's sort of scummy an' smells queer.","I should like it too. And it could be managed, couldn't it? I suppose I could get you a dress.","On the night that the body was stolen," continued Jen, deliberately, "Jaggard was drugged.".