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Harry glanced behind him with a shudder. "God love you fer a good lad, Billy," he cried; "but this is no way to trate an ould frind, is ut now?","I'll talk things over with Billy in the mornin'," promised Wilson as he took the boot-jack from its peg.,Maurice whistled. "Gee! Bill, you don't mean t' tell me that water-snake you call Hawk-killer is him?","Looks like a good feedin' place, Moll," he addressed the spaniel as he paddled slowly across to the far shore of the slough. "Good grass here fer hidin', too; but not much chance of findin' a down bird without a good dog, an' I've got her—eh girlie?","Where's Bill?" Anson asked him.,Wilson sighed and sank into a chair.,"All right then, Croaker, I'll call Ringdo, an' feed him your dinner.",Anson nodded.,"Coming up from behind, so Moll says.",He was not long to remain in doubt on that point. As he approached the lake road another load of timbers and metal rounded the corner. Two men were seated on the load, a big, broad-shouldered man and a thin one. Some little distance behind another man was walking. It was Hinter.,It was nearly half an hour before Mr. Johnston summoned the boys and girls from the open windows to their seats. The room still smelled strongly of sulphur, but one might still breathe and live.,"Hinton," Landon's weak voice broke in on his thoughts, "you haven't given me the neighborhood news. Have they found out who robbed the store yet?".