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"What is to be done? What is to be done?" cried Miss Acton.,Billy and Maurice, taking the short cut to the Wilson farm across the rain-drenched fields next morning, were planning the day's programme.,"But, Bill, how we goin' to kill them robbers?","I don't quite understand," said Captain Acton, gazing with friendly interest at the jolly, round, weather-dyed face of Sir William, whose looks certainly at this moment did not wear the jocund complexion they were used to carry.,"Did you notice how he was dressed?" he asked.,"Aw, say, Bill," protested Maurice, "I'm tired an' wet as a water-logged plank. Let her go. I'll tell Dad, an' he kin come after her tomorrow.","Sure. Do you want somebody else to stumble on it first? We've gotta hunt tonight an' every night till we find it, that's all.",Billy started. "Oh gosh! I dunno, Mr. Spencer; I jest cut the first ones come into my head.","Daddy," she cried, running over to kneel beside him. "It was selfish of me to leave you alone.","Don't enter the cabin for half an hour. Then go in and clear up. And if she speaks, make no answer, and take no notice of her, but clean up the mess.","Oh!" she cried and hid her face on her arms.,Billy nodded. "An' is the schooner still anchored off here?" he asked. "I might take a fish-boat an' row out to her, if she is.".