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Anson, still sniffling, finished his undressing. Billy nursed his knee in his hands and watched him. "'Course," he remarked, at length, "you'll be for tellin' Ma soon's she calms down a bit an' is ready to listen, but Anse I wouldn't do it if I was you.","Where the dickens are my pants?" he whispered. "See anythin' of 'em, Bill?",Billy put the basket down again. "Say, what did she want with all that hoarhound candy?" he asked curiously.,"Ha!" said Captain Acton. "He was at St Vincent.","Yep; but by jinks! I had a awful time guessin' what you meant by them marks you made on the paper. Darn it all, Bill, why can't you write what you want'a say, instead of makin' marks that nobody kin understan'?","Well now, I can't see why a dozen wouldn't keep as well as three," returned the keeper, as he pulled the punt high on shore.,Billy shook him off. "Look here, Harry," he said, "You're seein' things. There ain't no snakes in here—no birds neither. You come along outside with me." He grasped the Irishman by the arm and started toward the door.,"Is Miss Acton eating her dinner?",He picked up something that glittered in the firelight, and held it up for his chum's inspection.,"What's gone?" asked his companions in a breath.,However, the night-roamers of the forest did not walk into them. Instead they came very close to the boys and halted. The man who carried the lantern set it down on the ground and spoke in gruff tobes to his companion, a short, heavy-set man with a fringe of black beard on his face.,"I'm the feller that owns the coon you tried to club to death," Billy answered..