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Billy chuckled. "Then you got my message off of Croaker, Maurice?",A moment later the "swowee" of the cutting wings sounded, close in, and the old gun spoke twice.,"You?" gasped Mr. Johnston. "You coward! to let your companions be punished for your despicable act. Oh," he exulted, removing his coat and rolling up his sleeves, "won't I make you pay for playing the sneak?","She may turn up at any moment," said Captain Acton, with more gloom than the hope his words expressed justified. "She has only been twelve hours missing.",Something else was to happen shortly to make Billy feel that his world was full of mysterious agents sent for no other purpose than to give him fresh worries.,She was a little brig, and an immense but ragged British ensign fluttered at her trysail gaff-end. She had been painted black, but the fret of an ocean long kept, the hurl and whirl of prodigious seas which were like to founder her, the blistering heat of tropic suns,[Pg 352] the viewless fangs of the wind had so worn her sides that she was mottled with patches of different colour as though she was suffering from some distemper which ravaged vessels of her sort when the voyage was of great length. She rolled wearily, as though her old bones were worn out, and every time she hove her bilge to the eye she disclosed a very landed estate of weed, long, serpentine, trailing, like the huge eel-like growths which sway from black rocks in the white wash of breakers.,"I'm afraid Joe'll sell, if he gets a good offer," reflected Wilson.,"How did you know they was whistlers?" cried Billy.,"I thank you for this gracious assurance," he said, in a voice deep with feeling, with eyes which looked humid as they reposed upon her, and with a faint smile like the first illumination of the face by a dawning happiness.,"Or is Mr Lawrence a-running away with her?","Then," said Billy sorrowfully, turning toward the door, "I guess there's only one thing fer me to do.","Plase God," murmured Harry, "but ut's meself 'll be glad to lave this awful spot; lead on, Billy.".