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"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.,Captain Acton and the Admiral walked a few hundred paces in silence, each lost in thought. Very abruptly the Admiral stopped, obliging his companion to halt.,Old Harry O'Dule's dream was about to be realised, Stanhope had assured him that he would see to it that he should play his whistle beneath Ireland's skies before another autumn dawned.,"Well!" she cried in a note that was like[Pg 198] a suppressed scream with excitement, fear, and expectation. "What have you heard? Is there any news of her? What have you to tell me?",A moment later the "swowee" of the cutting wings sounded, close in, and the old gun spoke twice.,They passed on, and then from the sable-hued cedars bordering the orchard four small figures stole and moved softly away.,"Well, I'll take a chance, Bill.",CHAPTER VIII LUCK RIDES THE STORM,Caleb's face grew stern. "I told you, Harry O'Dule, that I'd give you no more liquor," he replied.,Mr Lawrence pocketed the packet with a bow. Occasionally his eye went to Lucy, but he never suffered it to dwell, nor indeed did he seem to mark his sense of her presence by any particular behaviour. He was perfectly sober, his eyes clear and beaming, his cheeks painted with a little colour, and his apparel showed care. His father glanced at him and seemed well pleased, and Lucy owned to herself that she had never seen him look more handsome, and that somehow or other no stage seemed to fit his peculiar type of beauty more happily, with a subtler blending of all qualities of its furniture with the spirituality of the man, than the deck of a ship with the rigging soaring.,"Boys," cried Billy in awed tones. "It's gone!",Scroggie beamed. Being the son of his father he lacked nothing in astuteness. He realized, as all brothers realize sooner or later, that a pretty sister is an asset..