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"I see," exclaimed Mr Fellowes. "But are you sure of the situation of the chase?","I'm glad you told me, Billy," she said. "I—I hoped you might.","I don't think so, sir.",Billy was anything but easy in his mind during these exciting days. Who were the two strangers who had searched old Harry's hut? Were they the same two he and Maurice had seen in the woods on the night of the storm? If so, why did they send a message to Hinter, and what was its significance? Where was Gibson's Grove, anyway? These questions bothered him, and pondering upon them robbed him of appetite and sleep. Maurice and Elgin were no help to him in a dilemma of this kind and the new boy, Jim Scroggie, he knew scarcely well enough to trust.,"Yes, but if he goes an' tells your Ma, what then?","It's one of the gold pieces your uncle hid away. Come on, now we'll see that Croaker throw a fit.","Not yourn? Then whose is it?" she cried in amazement.,"Good God!" he ejaculated, "where is she?","An' money," said Maurice. "We want you to help us, Harry.","Why, sure we was, but we were stuck tight. You might have passed us, easy enough.","No, my dear.","Croaker brought you that?" he gasped. "Well, I'll be shot!" Billy stood up and gazed about him. "Where's Croaker now?" he asked..