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"Cause I'm goin' down an' find him. I'll beg you off this time, Anse, if you'll do as I say.",Mr Eagle approached Mr Lawrence, who turned upon him suddenly.,Maurice waited hopefully until his mother and Mrs. Wilson came out again. Then he turned eagerly towards them.,The question stung the other as a leather lash stings quivering flesh.,"I don't quite understand," said Captain Acton, gazing with friendly interest at the jolly, round, weather-dyed face of Sir William, whose looks certainly at this moment did not wear the jocund complexion they were used to carry.,"Have you told anybody else about this besides me, Billy?",A gleam of satisfaction lit Anson's shifty eyes. "All right," he said shortly, and went off after the herd.,Maurice Keeler, wan, hollow-eyed, and miserable, was seated on a stool just outside the door in the early morning sunlight. Near him sat his mother, peeling potatoes, her portly form obscured by a trailing wistaria vine. What Maurice had endured during his two weeks with the measles nobody knew but himself. His days had been lonely, filled with remorse that he had ever been born to give people trouble and care; his nights longer even than the days. Hideous nightmares had robbed him of slumber. Old Scroggie's ghost had visited him almost nightly. The Twin Oaks robbers, ugly, hairy giants armed with red-hot pitch-forks, had bound him to a tree and applied fire to his feet. What use to struggle or cry aloud for help? Even Billy, his dearest chum, had sat and laughed with all the mouths of his eight heads at his pain. Of course he had awakened to learn these were but dreams; but to a boy dreams are closely akin to reality.,"But I'm not hungry, Mr. Spencer," said Billy quickly.,Elgin lifted his head slowly. "Yep, you?","Humph! well that bein' so, I'm goin' to help him see the error of his ways this night if ever I did," she promised grimly.,"Boys," whispered Billy, "she worked fine. Them Sand-sharkers are goin' to stay where they belong. An', fellers, seein' as we've promised fish, fish it's gotta be." And so was formed the Scotia Fish Supply Company..