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As before, nobody moved.,"That's Croaker," laughed Erie. "Billy won't be far behind him. I had better go out and explain things, Frank.","You was in the run first, wasn't you?" said Billy, coldly.,"She was carryin' the big meat-platter on her arm an' she fell with her arm under her—an' broke it.","I have given Mr Lawrence the command of my ship, sister," said Captain Acton.,"I saw her," said Mr Lawrence. "She is on her hands and knees. What did you say?",They went on board the several vessels lying in the harbour, but the answer they received was that of the wharf: Miss Lucy Acton had not been seen, or at all events noticed.,"At what hour?",It is needless, of course, to say that this searching walk was in vain. Whatever lay white in his road he rushed at, and in his gizzard he cursed the vast number of pieces of white paper which did somehow, as though distributed by innumerable malicious Greyquills, attract his eye and retard his progress whilst he turned them over.,After further endearments between this devoted father and his daughter, Captain Acton closed her cabin door and went on deck.,Wilson came over and laid a work-hardened hand gently on her heaving shoulder.,Erie was waving to him from the kitchen door. "Where's Maurice?" she called..