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Sir Andrew Ffoulkes , on the other hand , thought perhaps a little less of the adventure , but a great deal of the martyred child in the Temple . He was just as buoyant , just as keen as his friend , but the leaven of sentiment raised his sporting instincts to perhaps a higher plane of self-devotion . `` Well , now , to recapitulate , '' he said , in turn following with his finger the indicated route on the map . `` Tony and I and the coal-cart will await you on this spot , at the corner of the towpath on Sunday evening at nine o'clock . '' `` And your signal , Blakeney ? '' asked Tony . `` The usual one , '' replied Sir Percy , `` the seamew 's cry thrice repeated at brief intervals .