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Billy found Mrs. Keeler peeling onions in the cook-house and after some trouble made her understand what was wanted. While she was shedding her apron and hunting for her hat he went outside. Maurice's school-books and slate lay on the bench beneath the hop vine. Billy grinned as his eyes fell on them. He climbed to the top of the gate-post and searched the surrounding fields for his chum, locating him finally down near the ditch, a lonely and pathetic figure seated on a little knoll, methodically topping mangles with a sickle. His back was toward Billy and it took all the latter's self restraint to refrain from giving the rally call, but he remembered what he had promised Maurice's father. So he slid down from the post and picking up the slate, produced a stub of slate-pencil from a pocket and wrote a message in symbols. Then on the other side of the slate he duplicated the message, adding the necessary key to the code. This was the message that Billy wrote,"That, sir, I couldn't say," answered Captain Weaver. "But we might take it as his having heard it after eight o'clock.",Maurice sank weakly down against a tree trunk, and groaned.,"Concerning the purported will of the eccentric Mr. Scroggie?" he ventured at length, his host having lapsed into silence.,Billy felt his cheeks turn hot. "I might," he returned, "an' ag'in, I mightn't.","Yep; she's cannin' thimble-berries. Jest wait till I get an armful of kindlin', an' I'll go in with you.","I found—" Billy commenced, his mind flashing back to the bubbling geysers of the pond—then chancing to catch the expression in Hinter's face he finished, "jest what you said, a big pond of stinkin' dead water, crawlin' with all kinds of blood-suckers an' things.",Billy felt his blood run cold. He could not believe his ears. The girl dressed in white and blue! Why, that was she—his angel—his light—his everything. And she was crying now. She was standing up, moving forward.,Only a little bit of sea lay within his sight; that which he had seen ran in blue ripples between the points of cliff which framed the entrance to Old Harbour. Though the[Pg 167] scene was distant, his sight, for a man of advanced age, was fairly good, and even all that distance off, he could without much difficulty distinguish the fine lines of the Aurora's masts bearing their trucks high above the spars and rigging of the vessels abaft and ahead of her.,"Have you seen a letter," cried Mr Lawrence, "a broad piece of paper folded into four lying in the road?","An' did they find it?" gasped Billy.,"You speak like a gentleman to me in this matter, which you do not often do when I refer to it, nor your father neither——".