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"Shout nuthin'; you keep still.","Well, Jacobs—or whatever your name happens to be now—what are you doing here?" he asked.,He glanced at the window. It was raised but a few inches; exit was effectively closed in that direction. He made up his mind to reach for his hat and walk with dignity from the class, the church and those soulless, sinister-faced people who watched and waited gloatingly for his downfall. No, there was still a better plan. He would stagger and grope his way out like one who had been suddenly stricken with sickness. Yes, that was what he would do.,"Why?" asked Mrs. Wilson, in surprise.,He laughed, "Sphinx and Dexter, you mean? Yes, they are out in the stable with my horse. By the way, they didn't see you last time we were here, and they seemed to feel pretty badly about it. Would you mind stepping outside and speaking a word to them?" he asked. "They are very fond of you, you know.","Wait," gulped Billy, but it was plain to be seen he was wavering. His feet were getting uneasy, his toes fairly biting holes through his socks in their eagerness to tear up the sward. But as leader it would never do for him to show the white feather.,"Hallo!" was the answer from Captain Weaver.,"I don't care a damn about your astonishment, Mr Eagle!" exclaimed Mr Lawrence with haughty severity. "I want you to understand that Miss Lucy Acton is on board this[Pg 239] ship, and I desire that you will regulate your behaviour by thoroughly understanding the facts which I am going to do you the honour to impart.","Umph! I'm not so green as I look. I know whose they be. They're Ann's.","I understan'," said Billy, sympathetically.,"Me hands are a bit unsteady," said Harry, quickly. "We'll l'ave the light be as ut is, Billy.","Yep. They're in a can in my pocket. Did Croaker come back?" he inquired, as the two made their way down the path..