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"'Course I do.",Anse nodded a reluctant admission.,All of a sudden the Admiral's gaze, that was somewhat heedless—that of a man who takes in a general prospect without regard to particulars—grew intent: his eyes were fixed on Old Harbour. In a minute they grew more than intent: astonishment dilated them, and they were not without the sparkle of alarm. He rubbed his eyes, and removing his pipe from his lips strained his gaze once more at the shipping in the Harbour.,His arm about the trunk of a tree, he laughed softly, as his eyes, sweeping the checker-board of autumn's glories, rested at last on the grove of coniferous trees. So that was the haunted grove? That dark, silent, spicy bit of isolated loneliness far below was the spot he had so feared! But he feared it no longer. She had cured him of that. She had said that fear of the supernatural was foolish; and of course she was right.,"Why, hello, Billy," he said pleasantly. "Out capturing more wild things for the menagerie?","You'll find onions and savory hangin' to the rafters upstairs," suggested her father as he carried the ducks outside.,"I dunno. I s'pose he's prowlin' 'round the beech grove, up there. He said he intended lickin' every boy in this settlement on sight. You best not go lookin' fer him, Bill. I don't want'a see you get beat up on my account.",Anson looked troubled. "Supposin' I don't know—" he began, but Billy shook his head.,"Hurrah!" shouted the delighted boys. "We knowed you'd find a way to fix him, Billy.",Captain Acton merely bowed.,"Erie out in her boat?" he asked, casually. "I don't hear her voice, or her whistle.","And you made Mr Lawrence afraid of you?" said Sir William..