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"Your Ma says you kin come," said Mrs. Wilson, "Providin' I don't let you near the cookie jar, and see that Anson brings you back safe.",Suddenly a knock fell on the door.,He unpropped the root-house door and threw it open. Maurice hesitated on the threshold, peering into the darkness.,"What you talkin' 'bout, Bill? What thing? Who's it been clawin'? Hurry up, tell me.","I know the Aurora, sir. No highwayman could know his blood-mare which has galloped him again and again clear of the noose of the gibbet better than I know your Baltimore clipper. She'll look up to windward, or hold her course when the Minorca is falling points off. She was built to sail, madam, and she do sail. There is nothing in the King's service with her legs. I allow she was born to be a slaver.","Well, do you believe in my charm now?" Billy asked.,"You bet he was. Had Ringdo up a tree an' was doin' his best to knock him out.",He stiffened himself, and saluted her by a flourish of his hand to his brow, and answered: "Just about middling, thank you, Miss.","Oh, you'll find that out soon enough," promised Anson. "He told me to tell you that he would do the same thing to you first chance he got.","He is?" Billy respected the new boy for the nonchalance of his tones. Riches hadn't made him stuck up, at any rate.,"Yes, asthma's that way—eases off—then comes back—hits you sudden." He glanced at the bottle. Hinter, understanding, poured him out another portion.,"You know that you have always had me, Prank," ahe said softly..