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"Then you ain't took to that new teacher, Maurice?","If Lucy and I should take the trip we should go in the Aurora," said Captain Acton.,"If I don't see you ag'in alive, Bill, good bye," whispered Maurice as he opened the door.,Maurice's white face slowly expanded in a grin. He glanced in the direction of his mother, then held out his hand to the crow with a lowspoken, "Come Croaker, ol' feller.","But where is Lucy?" cried Miss Acton.,Anson squatted down beside Maurice. "No, by gosh! you're not so far wrong," he admitted, ruefully. "Somebody is layin' fer me, an' layin' fer me right. It's Bill. Say, Maurice, won't you try an' get him to let me off this time. If you will I won't ferget it in a hurry.","Exactly. And, Benjamin, kin you imagine the old deacon's face in the mornin' when he sees what we've done?" And the two cronies went off laughing over their prospective raid.,"Well, Mr Greyquill, twenty-five guineas when I'm paid off on my return home. I can say no more, and can promise no more.","I understan'," said Billy, sympathetically.,"I secreted my rings and some rubbish, and made signs with a mad face to Mr Lawrence to come and look at the treasure I had hidden. I took my meals on the deck crouching like an animal. I would shriek with laughter which had nothing to do with what was said. A later and most difficult effort was to believe that I was Mrs Siddons.",He led the way to the house, Maurice following meekly with the market-basket, eyes running tears and throat burning.,Billy did so. Then, there being nothing more left to do, he stepped back to watch the fireworks..