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"There's never been a ghost that ever roamed nights been able to get near it. You kin ask Tom Dodge er any of the other Injuns if there has.",The barque was swiftly neared by the pursuing ships, and when they were within easy oars' range or hailing distance their way was arrested, and immediately down sank a boat from the frigate's side with Mr Fellowes steering her and six sailors, as before, rowing her. The boat made directly for the schooner.,"Not yet," was the reply.,"I don't know what you mean," said the old man.,"Ringdo, you old sweetheart!" cried the girl and, reaching for the big swamp-coon, gathered him into her arms.,He was suddenly hailed from the gate by a loud, hearty voice.,"A fine fellow," interrupted Mr Fellowes. "How is he?","You bet he was. Had Ringdo up a tree an' was doin' his best to knock him out.","Well, I'll just walk along with you as far as the Causeway," said Hinter. "My saddle-horse has wandered off somewhere. I have an idea he made for Ringold's slashing.","I couldn't see that she had, your honour.",Mrs. Wilson could scarcely believe her ears. "You don't mean that havin' took him you had any thoughts of keepin' him, Willium?" she managed to say.,"Sure there might but I guess all we kin do is take our chance with 'em.".