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"Where's Bill?" Anson asked him.,Again at this ingenuous remark the Admiral and the Captain exchanged a smile.,"Old Harbour Town, England," responded Captain Weaver.,"'Course it's a lot too much. S'pose we try on' get hold of some of it, Bill?",Mrs. Wilson sank down on a chair. "Willium's right," she sighed. "Anson's mind is gettin' a little unbalanced. I'll have to put him on diet and feed him slippery-elm bark and alloways.","But what if a snappin'-turtle should get hold of your toe?" shuddered Maurice.,Billy was watching him closely. "Pa," he said earnestly, "there's something else I might as well let you know while I'm about it. This man Hinter owns a schooner, er leastways is boss of one, an' it was her brought them drillin' rigs 'cross the lake. The boat's been layin' along the Point, a mile out from shore fer more'n a month now, an' Hinter has been keepin' in touch with her right along.",Billy chuckled. "Then you got my message off of Croaker, Maurice?",Mr Lawrence came from the ship's side, and said: "Pray continue your walk. I have something of importance to communicate to you," and he looked down into Mr Eagle's face with a curiously mingled expression of contempt, haughtiness and superiority. "It is not customary, I believe," he said, "in the Merchant Service for shipmasters to take their mates into their confidence. It is necessary, however, that I should communicate one or two facts to you in connection with this voyage. I presume you are not aware that Miss Lucy Acton is on board this ship?",These and a few further words brought them to the gateway of Old Harbour House. They entered and found Miss Acton in the dining-room.,The boys exchanged glances. The scheme was working! Mrs. Keeler went back to the basket on the table and started to remove the packages, one by one.,CHAPTER VI THE RUSE THAT FAILED.