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She bent and gave the dogs a farewell pat; then moved like the spirit of the moonlight to the house. "Good night," she called softly from the doorway.,The position of the Victory gave plenty of scope for the manœuvrings of the Aurora. Captain Weaver, finding that he would rapidly outsail the liner and be ahead and out of hail before half a dozen sentences could be exchanged, luffed the Aurora to windward of the Victory, wisely declining to be becalmed by the big ship's sails if he stationed his little craft to leeward of her. A lieutenant stood at the forward end of the raised deck, or poop as it really was. One or two midshipmen were visible. The sentry on the forecastle was in sight; otherwise scarce a man was to be seen. The lieutenant hailed as the officer in the Amphion had: "Schooner ahoy! Are you fresh from England?","Good, good!" cried the old fellow, and rolling across to his friend, he grasped him by the hand, and held on, looking at his friend with a face a-work with emotion, with an expression indeed that seemed perilously close to further dry sobs.,"Ma," cried Billy, "whatever is the matter?",Presently Billy Wilson emerged from the cottage, received his basket from Caleb, and trotted off toward the Keeler place.,"Say, fellers, let me stay with you an' we'll split three ways, eh?" suggested Anson.,"Then you best tell me where you're gettin' the whisky," said Billy.,"It would be convenient to me if you would fix a day for the first payment if you cannot pay the whole," said Mr Greyquill.,"Your name's Scroggie, ain't it?" Billy asked.,Mr Lawrence exclaimed: "Oh, it's you! What do you want?",Billy was silent. Should he tell the truth and say that he had carved Ann's initials on the bench and those of Walter Watland beneath them at that young lady's pleading request? No!,"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?".