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Dan put Walt Whitman into his hands and afterwards regretted it, for Allen developed an attack of acute Whitmania that tried Dan's patience severely. Dan had passed through Whitman at college and emerged safely on the other side. He begged Allen not to call him "camerado" or lift so often the perpendicular hand. He suggested to him that while it might be fine and patriotic to declaim
Dan had occasion to pass the now very unpopular Jetson. "Good morning, Jetson," was Dan's greeting. Jetson started slightly, then replied, with a sulky frown: "Good morning, Dalzell." "Glad he'll speak to me," thought Dan with an inward grimace, "for I'm afraid that, before long, I'll be in the way of feeling mighty lonely a good deal of the time."
"It was Dan's plan, not mine," said Shenac. "Though once I would have liked to do it," she added candidly. "No, Shenac," said Hamish; "you wanted to burn it. Don't you mind?" "O Hamish!" exclaimed Shenac. Angus Dhu smiled. "That would be a pity. They are good rails the very best. And if they were put up too soon, they can be taken down again. You have heard from your brother again?"
But Dan's best behaviour sat ill upon him, because it was lacking in sincerity, and Beth suffered all through lunch because of the obsequious pose he thought it proper to assume towards his distinguished guest.
As a rule, he spoke only when it was absolutely necessary; but at times a queer gift of speech descended on him, and he held forth, half in Gaelic, half in broken English, an hour at a time. He was especially communicative with the boys, and he never withdrew his prophecy that one day Harvey would be Dan's master, and that he would see it.
His assiduous attention to the classes of Professor Sumner had not gone unnoticed by that eminent instructor, who once called him by name in Chapel Street, much to Dan's edification. He thought well of belles-lettres and for a time toyed with an ambition to enrich English literature with contributions of his own.
But the long drawn out dread was beginning to get on Dan's nerves. "If it is the Judgment Day," he growled, as we went in to dinner, "I wish it'd hurry up and have it over." "Oh, Dan!" cried Felicity and Cecily together, in a chorus of horror. But the Story Girl looked as if she rather sympathized with Dan. If we had eaten little at breakfast we could eat still less at dinner.
"You're right, doctor," the clergyman replied. "I shall send two messages at once." In less than two days Anna Royanna entered the room where Rod was lying. She had been driven from the station by a fast team. Her face was pale and worn, clearly showing that little or no sleep had come to her eyes the night before. In fact, she had not slept since she had received Parson Dan's message.
Roderick under weigh and that's the end of it, for there goes the bell." The watch changed as he spoke, and I went below to the bathroom; thence, not thinking much of Dan's terror, nor of the men's petty grumbling, I joined the others at breakfast. We were now well towards the end of the journey, and I itched to set foot in America.
Dan will kill us if anything happens to him, said Ted, looking at Don, who lay near his kennel resting a moment after one of the restless wanderings which kept him vibrating between the door of Dan's room and the shady corner of the yard, where his master had settled him with an old cap to guard till he came back. 'It's the hot weather, perhaps. But I sometimes think he's pining for Dan.
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