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The very monotony of our life the watches below and on deck, each like every other, marked off by the faint clanging of the ship's bell made Bill's sickness seem less dreadful. There is little to thrill a lad or even, after a time, to interest him, in the interminable routine of a long voyage. When we came on deck Davie Paine looked us over and said, "Where's Bill?" Blodgett shook his head.

Thus the three hunters met him in all his strength and glory not fifty feet distant at the base of the hill. He seemed to be poised to charge. Bill's keen eyes saw the bear first. All at once its huge outline against the snow leaped to his vision. At the same instant the bear growled, a sound that halted halted Virginia and Harold in their tracks.

But she could never quite bring herself to put it in so many words to Bill. The cycle of weeks brought them to January. They had dropped into something of a routine in their daily lives. Bill's interest and participation in social affairs became negligible.

What are you going to do?" "I'm going to my father. He, too, must be spared. He must give it back. It must never be known. I must save him disgrace. It must be done to-night now!" She started down the drift toward the cage, walking determinedly, and Dick's lips opened again to beg her to come back; but Bill's hand was on his shoulder, and his grave and kindly voice in his ear. "Go with her, boy.

And Jessie breathed a sigh of such relief that even he observed it, and it gladdened him. "Yes," he went on, "James is sure dead. Wild Bill done him up and his whole gang. But Bill's gone, too." "Bill, too?" Jessie murmured. Scipio nodded; and perplexity stole over his face again. "Yes. I I don't seem to understand. Y'see, he done James up, an' an' James done him up sort o' mutual.

He was staring at Emily, and the more he stared the better-looking she seemed to grow. She really was an uncommon nice-looking gal, and more than the cook was struck with her. "Who's that chap standing alongside of her?" ses the cook. "It's one o' Bill's sister's lodgers," ses Joseph, who was looking very bad-tempered. "I should like to know wot right he 'as to come 'ere to welcome me 'ome.

If the riders were not Red Bill's men it meant succor and aid. If they were the outlaw's band, it meant-well, Wandering William did not care to dwell upon the thought. "A few seconds will tell now," he observed as through the dust cloud the outlines of the horsemen became visible. All at once a shrill series of cries rang out: "Yip-yip-yip-yee-ee-e-e-e-e-e-e!"

"Well, we are in a fix, boys," was his comment as he concluded his examination of the lockers and cupboards. The boys looked their questions. "Ain't a fog-horn nor a bell aboard this craft," was Bill's alarming intelligence, "we may get run down any minute." Again through the fog came the roar of the approaching steamer's whistle.

Casey chanced to have almost that much coming to him out of the business, so that he would not be lending Bill's money. He watched the lean Smith fill in the amount and sign the note, identifying the truck by its engine and license numbers, and he went and borrowed fifteen dollars from the proprietor of the Oasis and made up the amount.

A blank leaf from the little memorandum book he always carried, and a bullet for pencil perforce, the note was brief; but it told what he wanted: gold to buy a riding outfit, his pistols which Perkins had taken from him, and news of Bill's well-being. When the paper would hold no more and hold it legibly, he folded it carefully so that it would not smudge, and gave it to his host.