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"He didn't shoot, then!" cried the Admiral.,Billy sat down on a stump. "I don't bear no grudge, do you?" he asked.,"Why, I've got a hunch that somebody's layin' for you, that's all," answered Maurice. "'Course, I may be wrong. Am I?",Mrs. Wilson, at this particular moment, was in the mood to grant almost any request. "Why Willium," she said eagerly, "go seek him and bring him back home. Never ag'in will I wish him dead, poor little feller. But," she added as though realizing that her softened mood had carried her a little too far, "you see you get back here in time for supper er I'm liable to tan you good.",It was just at this juncture that Fatty Watland arrived; smiling and panting, with the pail, borrowed from his mother, full of drinking water. It took him but a moment to learn from one of the boys what had transpired. It took him still less time to reach the platform. There, with much humiliation of spirit and many "sirs," he explained to the greatly surprised, and it must be confessed, secretly relieved Mr. Johnston, the true state of affairs.,He raised his face at sound of the boy's step. "Ho, Billy!" he called cheerfully. "Is it you?","Ay, sir," exclaimed the Admiral; "and as a man of Norfolk myself I am proud of the family whose records do honour to the dear old county.","Sorry to have kept you waiting so long, Admiral!" exclaimed Captain Acton.,"Afraid, sister!" echoed Captain Acton. "Your question reminds me of a story of Lord Howe: a lieutenant having reported the ship on fire returned, and said that his lordship need not feel afraid as the fire was out. 'Afraid!' exclaimed Howe, 'How does a man feel when he is afraid? I need not ask how he looks!'","Now, maybe the next time you boat-thieves find a punt you'll think twice afore you take it," shouted Billy.,Mr. Johnston frowned darkly. "Walter Watland—what?" he repeated.,"I take it it's machinery an' stuff for a saw-mill," answered Billy moodily. "Is it?".