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My first name IS Richard, but my middle name is William, and, as the poet says, the fellers call me Bill." Spike who was looking after the "White Rabbit" turned his head with a snap. "BILLY Hendricks?" "Yes." "The sprinter?" "Even so!" And Mr. Daddles laughed.
The room on the other side of the landing was an ordinary bed-room, quite empty. We stole along the landing toward the front of the house. Here were two more large bed-rooms. The beds were smooth and undisturbed, and both rooms were quiet as the grave. "Nothing here," whispered Mr. Daddles, "we'll go down the front stairs."
Daddles, "there's no one left in there but the policemen, and you can't wake them up from here." "P'licemen?" queried the fat man. "Whatcher talkin' about?" asked the man with the pitchfork. "I'm talking about the two policemen who are getting their eight hours in the library," Mr. Daddles replied, "Poor things! I hope we didn't disturb them."
Daddles cut a large slice in evident delight. Gregory ate it, slowly and thoughtfully. "Have some more?" The Gauger held out his plate. "Jes' mejum," said he. After breakfast, we of the "Hoppergrass" held a council. "The Captain will come back to Bailey's Harbor," said Jimmy Toppan, "but we can't go there at all. We'll have to go somewhere else, and send a message to him."
Just as I put out the gas Jimmy slipped the pound-cake into his pocket. "We might as well have this," he said. Then we hurried through the kitchen, and into the pantry. The others had left the window open. Jimmy went through it first, and I followed. As I stepped out into the moonlight I felt someone grab my arm. I looked up, expecting to see Mr. Daddles. But it was not he.
"I'm afraid you were never made for a treasure-seeker," said Mr. Daddles. Jimmy Toppan pointed to the beach on the other side of the hill. There was a smooth, sandy shore. "Why not go in swimming down there?" he suggested. The idea was a good one; we were not making much progress toward finding any treasure, and the beach certainly looked like a good place for a swim.
Daddles plunged once more into a cupboard and came forth with a can of the stuff you shine brass with, the kind with the horrible smell. "Always fortunate," he murmured; "well, this will do, what you've discovered. I don't seem to have contributed much to the picnic. We'll get some water to drink, and take this into the dining-room. I'm about ready to sit down and rest. Come on, softly, now.
Daddles looked at me very gravely, and rubbed his upper lip, hard. "Dear me!" he said, "why, that's terrible! I hope it will turn out all right. Well, we want to find Captain Bannister and his boat. How do you get to Rogers's Island?" "Jes' go over to Bailey's Harbor, an' keep on to the far end of the island, you can row across to Rogerses' from there."
The thing seemed to sway toward us, and then it uttered a horribly loud: "Moo-o-o-o-o-o!" It was a second or two before we could laugh. "Well, you miserable old cow!" exclaimed Mr. Daddles, "you nearly scared a crowd of burglars to death!" And he walked up to her, where she had already begun to feed again, and slapped her fat side. She paid no attention to him, but kept on cropping the grass.
The first thing that the sleepy policeman started to do was to cuff all of us boys. But Mr. Daddles spoke up sharply, threatening to get him into trouble for it, and even Eb protected us. "No call to do that, Mister," he said, "we'll see to gettin' these young fellers put where they belong for tonight. Tomorrer we'll hold Court, an' find out what's what." Everyone began to talk at once.
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