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Billy held out the pan to his chum and waited until Maurice had filled his pockets. Then he asked: "Where's she gone?","That's right!" she sighed. "Whistle! It shows all you care. That boy could do anythin' he wanted to do an' you wouldn't say a word; no, not a word!","Why?" asked Mrs. Wilson, in surprise.,"Suppose she carries no surgeon?" said Mr Pierpoint.,"Not what you'd notice, Ma. He ain't any like Mr. Stanhope. His face—I ain't likin' it a bit. Besides, Ma, he flogs his poor horse somethin' awful.","Well then, I claim he's a company horse an' you an' me an' Maurice is that company. Now, that's settled, let me tell you what Maurice and me was talkin' about when you met us.","You might tell him that he's an angel if you wanter lie to him," returned Shipley, "or that he's a canny old skin-flint, if you wanter tell him the truth. I reckon, though, sonny, you best tell him that we'll be along 'tween ten and leven.,One thing Billy saw which he could not understand. The greasy surface of the shallow pond was never still, but bubbled incessantly as porridge puffs and bubbles when it boils. It was as if the slimy creatures buried in the oozy bottom belched forth their poisonous breath as they stirred in sleep.,"Not before?" cried Miss Acton, an exclamation which Captain Weaver received with a faint smile.,"It seems to be the only thing that helps," gasped Landon as he swallowed the draught.,"Croaker," commanded his master, "get away from there!","Then why don't you get rid of 'em?".