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"How standing?" bawled Weaver.,"How? Unarmed!" exclaimed Nelson.,Billy frowned. "What did Hinter say when you gave him the message, Harry?",Then it was that Croaker, gripping the glasses in one black claw, burst into a cry of joyful recognition.,"You're a'goin' to find that some job," said Billy quietly.,"Of course I do, ma'am," answered Mr Eagle, with profound astonishment moving in his face as though it were some vitalising[Pg 332] subcutaneous influence that stirred in one part of his visage at a time. "Don't you recollect me, ma'am?","Your name's Scroggie, ain't it?" Billy asked.,Hinter's face grew grave. "Perhaps," he answered. "I hope it is.",Above him bent a face with tender blue eyes and red, half-smiling lips beneath a crowning glory as golden as frost-pinched maple leaf. And she would be at school in the morning! It was while pondering on how he might contrive to wear his Sunday clothes on the morrow that Billy fell asleep to dream that he was old man Scroggie's ghost and that he was sitting in the centre of Lake Erie with the big hardwoods bush on his knees, waiting for her to come that he might present it all to her.,"Then Jim he begged him not to do that. 'We'll pay you whatever's right fer your horse, sir,' he says, but Johnston jest snorted. 'Where would you get fifty dollars!' he says, but Jim, he nudged me to keep quiet, an' said: 'I've got fifty dollars of my very own, right here, sir. We'll buy your horse an' take chances on findin' him, if you'll sell him to us.',Stanhope sank back on his box, his relaxed nerves throbbing and his lips forming the words: "Thank God!","Oh, pray continue, sir! Pray continue!" cried Miss Acton in a voice that was almost husky with the hysteric quality of her emotions..