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"But what do you fear, brother? What could have happened to her?","No, my lord," shouted the Admiral, "I am very sorry to say we have not.","Yes," she said softly. "I know him perhaps better than most folks do. I am not surprised that he can handle these dogs, Mr. Hinter.",And thus ended the yarn of Old Harbour Town.,"Why, maybe you're right," agreed Mrs. Keeler, "an' I do declare! I've got some hoarhound right here in this basket. Ain't it lucky I sent fer it?","Yep, an' this here animal settin' in that gap, what you think it is?",Billy addressed his chum in tones so low the deaf woman could not hear. "Now, maybe you'll think I know what I'm doin'," he commenced, then jumped guiltily, as a cry of indignation came from the other side of the room. Mrs. Keeler was untying the parcels, one after another, and emptying their contents in the basket. Billy stared. Each of the parcels contained—sawdust.,Was this the brand of boy this Shagland Settlement bred, he wondered. If so, God help him and his precepts.,"It is," said Caleb shortly, "and my eyes are gettin' sharper every day, Billy.","No, we'll drive her home now. I guess I know what's best. Get on t'other side of her. Now then, don't let her turn back!",Everybody liked Caleb. Even old man Scroggie had been fond of him, which is saying a great deal. It was said the old miser even trusted the gaunt storekeeper to a certain degree. At any rate it was commonly known that shortly before he died Scroggie had given into Spencer's keeping, to be locked away in his rusty old store safe, a certain legal-looking document. Deacon Ringold and Cobin Keeler had witnessed the transaction. Accordingly, after Scroggie was buried and a search for the will failed to disclose it, it was perhaps natural that a delegation of neighbors should wait on Caleb and question him concerning the paper which the deceased man had given him. To everybody's surprise Caleb had flared up and told the delegation that the paper in question was the consummation of a private matter between himself and the dead man, and that he didn't have to show it and didn't intend to show it.,"Did you clear away the mess from Miss Acton's berth?" asked Mr Lawrence..