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"We'll fix that," Billy promised, as he slipped away through the darkness toward the light which glimmered through the trees.,She was a little brig, and an immense but ragged British ensign fluttered at her trysail gaff-end. She had been painted black, but the fret of an ocean long kept, the hurl and whirl of prodigious seas which were like to founder her, the blistering heat of tropic suns,[Pg 352] the viewless fangs of the wind had so worn her sides that she was mottled with patches of different colour as though she was suffering from some distemper which ravaged vessels of her sort when the voyage was of great length. She rolled wearily, as though her old bones were worn out, and every time she hove her bilge to the eye she disclosed a very landed estate of weed, long, serpentine, trailing, like the huge eel-like growths which sway from black rocks in the white wash of breakers.,"So do I, sir," said Sir William.,"She left the Harbour at about a quarter past eight this morning, sir," answered Weaver.,Mrs. Wilson could scarcely believe her ears. "You don't mean that havin' took him you had any thoughts of keepin' him, Willium?" she managed to say.,After further endearments between this devoted father and his daughter, Captain Acton closed her cabin door and went on deck.,"How do you know this?" Wilson asked sharply.,"Is that why people don't go near your place, 'cause they're scared of the dogs?" Billy asked.,Billy kicked his hat high in air and turned a handspring. "Tell me all about it, Harry. You saw 'em married, did you?",In vain Anson declared he didn't know anything to tell. Billy looked at him calmly. "You been follerin' me an' I know it," he said. "Croaker saw you, an' so did Ringdo.","No, sir, she carries no royals.","Yes, Ma'am; I mean jest that. You see, Ma, that ol' horse don't belong to Teacher Johnston any more. We bought him.".