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"Certainly; it's young Billy Wilson. You know—the lad who is always roaming the woods." The boys slid from the fence, then leaped back as something long and white rose from behind a fallen tree and, with a startled snort, confronted them. "No doubt. She'd light up a wide area.".
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"Listened for the splash," Stanhope answered. "Are you loaded, Billy? There's another flock coming." Walter Watland looked about for a good place in which to conceal his package of sulphur and decided that in the empty stove he had discovered the place of all places. So, while Anson and Elgin were investigating the teacher's desk and picking out their seats, he proceeded to hide his sulphur in the stove's black depths. Then he went outside with his companions to await the coming of the new teacher. Billy was silent, busy with his own thoughts. They crossed the bridge, passed through a beech ridge and descended a mossy slope to the Causeway fence. As they sat for a moment's rest on its topmost rail, Hinter spoke abruptly. "I saw you fighting your way across the swamp this afternoon, Billy. Weren't you taking a useless risk?" Captain Acton, holding the Greyquill letter in his hand, stepped to a bell rope and pulled it. The hue of his face was ashen, the expression cold and severe: such a face as he would carry had he to confront a crowd of armed mutineers..
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