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"Yep; they don't seem to take to the crick water," Billy replied. "It's sort of scummy an' smells queer.","Ho, teacher!" came an answering voice. "We're comin' straight in with the wind. I've got 'em both.",Mrs. Keeler looked at her sagely. "Erie would never marry any man like Hinter," she asserted.,Moll whined and wagged her stub of a tail, undoubtedly sensing from her master's words and manner that her offense, in "sneakin' in," had been pardoned. Five minutes later they were seated snugly inside four walls of tightly woven rushes, the blind man's face alive and glowing with the joy of once more feeling the moist kiss of open water, his ears atuned for the first whistle of incoming wings. Billy crouched by his side, gun in hand, eyes sweeping the lighting bay.,Just here the whistle of bob-white sounded from a little distance along the trail.,The man who steered the boat was the captain; he climbed over the side of the Aurora, and presented the aspect of a man not unlike Mr John Eagle; he looked sour with succession of bad weather, with little ships that made nothing but leeway on a wind, with immensely long voyages, with shortness of rations and fresh water, and with the aridity of the ocean which he had been forced to keep for nearly the whole of his life.,Eleven line-of-battle ships, as Captain Acton said, and three frigates. They flew no colours:[Pg 393] nothing in that way could be seen save the little patch against the flecked sky that denoted the flag-ship.,Now, as we have seen, the 4th day of June had come, and the Aurora, with a light air aloft which put a gentle breathing into her gaff top-sails and lighter canvas, was slowly scoring her way through the heart of a wide circle of Atlantic ocean, along which the swell ran gently, whilst the surface at a distance resembled a motionless sheet of ice under a blue sky.,Mr Eagle, breaking into a run, sent aloft at the peak of the barque the meteor flag of Old England.,Here the conversation was stayed for a minute or two by the entrance of a footman with a tray of sandwiches and cakes, and ale for Captain Weaver, and wine, and the like.,"Bother!" Billy's pulses were leaping, his soul singing. He reached down a hand and trustingly she put her's in it. Very soft and cool it felt to Billy's hot palm, as he assisted her from the log. Then side by side they passed down through the long green valley.,"I'm growin' fifteen," said Billy gravely. "Me an' Ann's been goin' together fer quite a long spell.".