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Erie laughed softly, "I know very well you've had a hand in his reform, Billy," she said.,"Why, it belongs to Mr. Scroggie," Hinter answered. "It was brought across from Ohio by schooner. You know what it is, I suppose?","He is very kind," said he. "I should like the berth.",Maurice, peering about among the trees, answered absently.,"No, sir. At least not at once.",He snatched up the demijohn and went into the store. Old Harry sat down on the bench and waited until he returned.,"If I don't see you ag'in alive, Bill, good bye," whispered Maurice as he opened the door.,"Naw, can't you see if we told our dads that, they'd want 'a know what you an' me was doin' out in Scroggie's bush in the rain, at that hour of the night? No siree, we won't say a word 'bout it.",This was the story his interrogatories elicited. On the day before yesterday the brig that was very short of provisions and water sighted a vessel, which on her approach proved to be so rigged that the master declared he had never seen the like.,"I'll put it low to make sure," responded Captain Weaver, "and call it a hundred and twenty-five miles a day, though a hundred and fifty would be nearer the mark.","Why, I've got a hunch that somebody's layin' for you, that's all," answered Maurice. "'Course, I may be wrong. Am I?","I'll teach you to smoke on the sly, you young outlaw, you!".