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"Paul, your honour," answered the fellow, brightening instinctively with the face Mr Lawrence now viewed him with. Scroggie nodded. "Drowned through an air-hole in the lake. Say, Billy, do you skate?" "That's Deacon Ringold's buck-board," Billy informed his chum, drawing him behind an alder-screened stump. "Say, ain't he drivin'? Somebody must be sick at his place." Then as the complaining vehicle swept into sight from around the curve, "By crackey, Maurice, your Pa's ridin' with him.".
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"Where has he gone?" whispered Lou. The girl felt her companion's hand tighten spasmodically on hers. She glanced up to find him staring, wide-eyed at the bird. Something else was to happen shortly to make Billy feel that his world was full of mysterious agents sent for no other purpose than to give him fresh worries. The girl clapped her hands in joy at the story. "And you let him think he had the delirium tremens! Oh, Billy, is there anything you wouldn't do, I wonder?".
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