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Then Maurice Keeler whistled. "Whew! Ain't he the old human icicle?" he asked.,Billy grinned.,Moll looked up into his face and whined. "Don't worry, girlie," Billy told her, "we're goin' on, but we're comin' back ag'in soon an' have another o' Erie's duck dinners, an' Teacher Stanhope's goin to be with us, don't you ferget that.",Billy laid down his knife and fork and smiled reminiscently. "I was jest thinkin' of ol' Harry O'Dule," he said, answering the question in her eyes. "He's quit a bad habit, too. He's quit drinkin'; don't touch a drop any more—hasn't fer over a month now.",The twilight shadows were beginning to steal across the glade; the golden-rod of the uplands massed into indistinguishable clumps. The silence of eventide fell soft and sweet and songless—that breathless space between the forest day and darkness.,The Admiral might have been observed to be calculating by the movement of his lips. "It will be a run, then," said he, "of about forty days.",Billy lifted the pails and turned up the path.,Billy nodded. "Yep, last night. He was asleep when that thing climbed in his winder an' tried to suck his blood away.","And," Maddoc resumed, "do you happen to know that he made a will, leaving all he possessed to you?","Now, maybe the next time you boat-thieves find a punt you'll think twice afore you take it," shouted Billy.,At this particular moment Croaker, from whom attention had for the time being been diverted, came into evidence again. At first sight of his old enemy the crow had grown rigid with anger; his black neck-ruff had stood up like the feathers on an Indian warrior's head dress and into his beady eyes had sprung the fighting-fire. When Ringdo got possession of the cookie he raised his short wings and prepared to swoop, strike, and if luck held, swoop again. But when the coon dropped the cookie that he might show the girl who had come back to the old playground that he was glad Croaker promptly changed his mind. He swooped, but on the precious cookie instead of on Ringdo, and with the prize in his black beak and the glasses dangling from one black claw, he went out of the open window like a dark streak.,"Billy!" she whispered, almost forgetting caution in her anxiety. "What is it?".