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"No, Sir William; something like a scuffle followed, and Mr Pledge, who, I believe, was the boatswain, acting as an officer on board, holding some irons in his hand, seized one of the men, but I thought in a very gentle, friendly way, and carried him below.","God love us, it's a crow!" he cried, "and the rascal has appropriated my glasses! Laid 'em on my chair-arm for an instant and the cheeky beggar swooped in through the open window and picked 'em up.","Nothing more since the privateersman was run in," said Captain Acton.,"We will now have—" resumed the teacher, then paused to glare angrily at the stove. From every crack in its rusty sides was pouring forth a whitish-yellow smoke that gripped the throat and smelled like a breath from the very pit of darkness. Mr. Johnston attempted to proceed and failed dismally. He was choking, as was every boy and girl in the room.,"But to fall over the edge of a cliff is not an outrage," said Captain Acton.,He looked at his own legs. Time had somewhat shrunk them.,Billy sat looking away. His grey eyes had grown somber. "See here," he said suddenly, "do you know that old man Scroggie left a will?","No, sir. When am I to leave this ship?","No!","An' did they find it?" gasped Billy.,Mrs. Wilson started so at his words that she rammed the cake of soap into Anson's mouth.,"Why?".