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* * * * *,"It's the left hind foot of a grave-yard rabbit," said Billy, proudly exhibiting the charm.,"Will you now sing us a song, Mr Lawrence?" exclaimed Captain Acton.,"Hallo!" was the answer from Captain Weaver.,The boys gazed at each other and Maurice's chuckle echoed Billy's, although it was raspy and hoarse.,"No, I bored it but it belongs to Pennsylvania Scroggie, the man whom you helped defeat the Southern lease ring.",The Admiral made his son welcome with unusual warmth.,"Yes," he answered. "I told him that same day. Told him that you said you could never be more to him than what you now are. Why do you ask, Erie?","What's the matter, don't you want him?" asked his mother. "I thought maybe you'd like to have him, seein's you're such cronies an' there must be some good in him in spite of his looks. I could have them partridges that Joe Scraff sent over roasted with bacon strips across 'em, an' baked potatoes, an' maybe I might boil an apple dumplin'.","Boys," cried Billy in awed tones. "It's gone!","Oh yes, your honour, I've been to sea," answered Paul with prodigious earnestness. "I've been in smacks. I've knocked about all my life in boats belonging to this Harbour. Sick! No fear, your honour. I'll sarve you for nothing.","Certainly; it's young Billy Wilson. You know—the lad who is always roaming the woods.".