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"He's afeerd they'll make his hogs sick most like," sneered Sward.,Maurice shivered and gazed imploringly at Billy.,Mr Greyquill entered the room by two paces, and placing his hand upon the spot where he supposed his heart to lie, made three separate bows to the company, each of the "Your most humble and obedient servant" school; it was an expression of ceremony which for mingled respect and senility should have pleased, as it no doubt did please, Miss Acton.,"I dunno. Maybe, an' maybe not.","Direct, sir," answered Captain Weaver.,"Hello!" exclaimed the startled deacon. "Why, bless us, it's a boy! Who are you, and what do you want?",The deacon started. "Yes, did he tell you about it?",Spotba, the big mottled marsh snake, sensing Billy's presence, uncoiled himself and raised his head along the screen of his cage; the brown owl hooted a low welcome that died in a hiss as Harry groaned again.,"Gee! Bill, is she goin' to give you ten cents fer helpin' Maurice keep fire on?" asked Anson eagerly.,The boy shook his head. "I dunno; them cricks shouldn't be that way; they're all spring-fed. Maybe you know?" looking straight into Hinter's eyes.,"Because when the egg's hatched, the little black bird is so much stronger an' bigger than the cedar birdies he takes most of the feed the old birds bring in. He starves the other little birds an' crowds 'em clean out o' the nest.",On which Captain Weaver exclaimed: "The Minorca, of course. She was French, and what's called barque-rigged.".