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"Is that why people don't go near your place, 'cause they're scared of the dogs?" Billy asked.,And placing his battered hat jauntily on his scanty locks, Harry picked up his jug and was lost amid the shadows.,"He's tryin' to coax me away from his treasure," Billy answered. "Now, jest watch him.","Canin'? Me? Whatfer?",He stood considering. "We'll just keep what we know to ourselves till we're quite sure," he said at length. "What d'ye say?","I guess that's me," said Billy, jumping to his feet and starting for the platform.,"Of course not, how could you?" cried the lawyer. "But there now, I'll explain.,"No, sir," answered Captain Acton.,He glanced at the door. Mrs. Keeler's square form interposed itself staunchly between him and that means of exit. His wild eyes strayed to the face of his chum. Maurice was grinning a glad, if swollen, grin. There was nothing to do but face the music.,"Yep, but one dived an' is gettin' away. After him, Moll." The spaniel, with a joyful whine, cleared the rush wall and splashed into the water. "Fine!" cried Billy, as he reloaded, "Moll's goin' to bring him in.",The scene of the quay-side was gay and indeed festive. The few ships had hoisted colours in celebration of the Aurora's arrival, and the large flags of those days streaming from mast-head and gaff-end and ensign-staff and jack-staff combined with the brilliant blue of the sky, the light and lovely greenery of spring that clothed the ravine's slopes, the sober hue of the cliffs, the white shape of the squab lighthouse past which some gulls[Pg 90] were wheeling, the chocolate tint of the revolving windmill, the sober grey of the houses and the diamond sparkle of the river with its softened reflection of bridge and banks streaming into its heart in dreamlike shadow of what was mirrored: this combination, I say, coupled with the motions and colours of human life on the quay-side, albeit the beer hour had struck and the picture owed nothing of animation to the workmen, fascinated the eye with the calm, the freshness, and the glory of a little English sea-piece, Sabbath-like in repose, lighted by the sun of April beaming in a perfectly fair heaven.,Wilson leaned against the bench and waited. He knew that Billy had brought him into the shed to speak of other things than decoys..