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"No," answered Hinter, resuming his seat, "I believe not. Some were disposed to think that the shoremen had a hand in the robbery but I don't think so.","Yes, sir, he is on board the Victory. She is the one that is ahead of and to windward of the ship that has stun-sails set.","I hope your cold is better, Mr Greyquill," said she, making to proceed in her walk.,"Ho, the schooner ahoy!" shouted a man, standing close to the larboard main-shrouds.,"No, I bored it but it belongs to Pennsylvania Scroggie, the man whom you helped defeat the Southern lease ring.","I'm afraid I don't fit very well yet," Scroggie answered. "Maybe you'll let me trail along with you sometimes, Bill, and learn things?","Did Mr Lawrence state the reason of this change?" enquired Captain Acton.,Billy's eyes strayed to those reels and he sighed to think that the washing and retarring of the nets was just another sign that the glad summer holidays would soon be over and the drab days of fall—and school—would soon be there. A low-flying flock of black ducks passed over his head in flight from the lake's bosom where they had rested through the day to the marsh feeding grounds across the point, and the shadow passed from the boy's face.,Elgin lifted his head slowly. "Yep, you?",Hinter laughed constrainedly. "I've been pretty well through the Settlement, and most of the creeks are like that," he replied. "What do you suppose causes that scum and that peculiar odor?" he asked, casually.,"No, sir, we have sighted nothing of that sort.","Walk with me, and we'll endeavour to find out if Miss Lucy Acton was on the wharf after the hour of half-past seven this morning, and before the Minorca sailed.".