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"What have I said?" she asks, half plaintively. "You laugh, yet I did not mean to be funny. Tell me what I said.","No, I don't either, I mean his and Scroggie's game; of course Scroggie's behind him.",The inference is full of saddest meaning. Even Geoffrey feels the tears rise unbidden to his eyes.,"The very thing, Miss Pat," she agreed radiantly. "I'll look up the number for you.","Oh gollies!" gasped Anson. "What's he huntin' copperheads fer, Bill?","In Sydney. In Paul Rodney's employ. In his very house.",Mr Lawrence descended the steps into the cabin, which has already been described, with its plain sea furniture and stand of arms, and entered the after berth which he had pretended to convert into a sick bay. Here were two rough bunks, one on top of the other, each containing a mattress and bolster. It was the middle berth betwixt the Captain's and the pantry. Mr Lawrence's sea-chest, clothes, and nautical instruments were here collected. He stepped to a shelf and took from it a tin box containing the ship's papers, and from this box he drew out a large, portentous, heavily-sealed [Pg 247]envelope, whose enclosure of stout paper rendered it somewhat thick and bulky. He looked at the address. Upon the envelope in a bold clerkly hand was written:,"I'm sure I don't wonder," says Geoffrey, very humbly. "I beg your pardon a thousand times; and—good-by, Miss Mona.",CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S.,“Then that was what you meant when you told us that the laborers wouldn’t be any bother, was it?” asked Bob.,The Sheriff smiled at the note of command in the boy’s incoherence. “Not on your life, sonny,” and his voice softened; “we’ve got to have you in our business. Help him along,” he said to one of the deputies, as they came a moment later to where the path broadened; while he walked behind covering the panting prisoners.,“Never mind, son; we expected to take some one.”.