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Only he would take immense care not to hurt him. Dire outcries greeted the decision. Aunt Jane wept, and Chris wept, and said this never could have happened to him if his aunt had lived. Oaths flowed from Captain Magnus in a turgid stream. Nevertheless the twain were led away, firmly bound, and guarded by Dugald, Cuthbert and the negro.
Danny sat glowering by the window; Celia Jane was weeping unashamed, while Chris and Nora were trying not to show their disappointment. So Mother 'Larkey had not yet been able to make both ends meet those troublesome, refractory ends that made her life a continual round of hard work and there were no fifty-cent pieces for the children to buy tickets with to see the elephant jump the fence.
If his sharp tongue had power to deepen the wound awaiting Will's self-respect, that power would certainly be exercised. Meantime the youth himself passed homeward in a glow of admiration for Mr. Lyddon. "I'd lay down my life smilin' for un," he told Chris, who was astounded at his news. "I'll think for un, an' act for un, till he'll feel I'm his very right hand.
Don't throw away a shot if you can help it, but empty your magazines as fast as you can be sure of your aim. Between us we ought to account for a good many of them." "I understand, Chris; we will wait here till the others join us, and then, as you say, we will work down as far as we can find cover." Chris at once returned to the main party, who had by this time all assembled.
Tell me as nearly as you can what those debts amount to." Chris was looking a little startled. "But I I don't know," she said. "Well, find out and tell me." He smiled at her again. "It's all right, dear. Don't be afraid of me. I know it's hard to keep within bounds when there is a shortage of means. But I don't like debts. You won't run up any more?" Chris still looked at him somewhat doubtfully.
"First of all, let's put on the nose-bags, and let the horses have a meal," Chris said; "then set to work to groom them. Remember, there must not be a speck of yesterday's dust left anywhere." All were soon hard at work.
"You won't find many folks who'd bring you home like father did and keep you," Danny pursued. "I'm going to run away," was all that Jerry replied. "What'll you do for something to eat?" demanded Chris, in a tone that showed admiration for a boy not afraid to run away, even if he wasn't a Mullarkey. "I dunno," said Jerry, "but I'll find a way."
"You must come with us, Chris; it's quite lovely up through Connecticut!" "I'm very sorry," the man repeated, glancing beyond her as if in a hurry to terminate the conversation. "But I may not get up at all this week. And I've arranged with Aunt Marianna that Poole drives you up to-morrow. You'll find her," he added, lightly, "enthusiastic over the baby's pictures.
It came to her painfully that, even there, Chris's respect for the conventions of his world was not at fault. Flirtations, "crushes," "cases," and "suitors" were entirely acceptable in the circle that Chris so conspicuously ornamented. To pay desperate attentions to a pretty young married woman was quite excusable; it would have been universally understood.
No time was lost. Chris and his three companions mounted, and with the Kaffir running alongside they set off at a trot. Keeping to the north of east, they rode on for some two miles, Jack leading the way with as much ease as if it had been daylight.
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