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"'Twas one of my fishhooks stuck in his leg, sir," I explained, extracting the offending hook from Rosson's trousers, and putting it back with others into my pocket. "Give me the hooks!" demanded Mr. Drever, holding out his hand to receive them. "I don't know what can possess you, bringing such things to school."
It was a plain stone building with crow-step gables and a slated roof; and the only indication of its purpose was a large board over the door, upon which Andrew Drever had himself imprinted the word "SCHOOL" in bold black letters on a white ground. The morning's lessons were already well advanced, as I could hear by the hum of voices as I approached.
I repeated what Grace Drever told me how the stone might protect me from accident and from the monsters of the sea; from the kraken and the kelpie, the warlocks and the wirracows; and how, having the charm at my neck, I need never fear climbing a cliff or entering upon the most dangerous adventure.
Andrew Drever generally spoke good English in the presence of strangers, though he lapsed into the broad native speech in friendly talk with the fisher folk. "I hae brought Captain Gordon wi' me to hae a taste o' the trout," he said to his mother as we entered the room, where she bent over the fire. "Gordon! Gordon! I dinna ken ony Gordon. What's the name o' his ship?"
We found Grace Drever preparing the peat fire for frying the fish. The good old woman did not hear us enter, but Andrew was a punctual man, and it was with no show of surprise that his mother at length recognized his presence. Grace Drever was an active woman, somewhat bent with age, but with no signs of decaying faculties, save in the case of her extreme deafness.
I saw Tom Kinlay looking absently towards the window where I stood, and fearing that he would notice me, I moved a step nearer the door. Then I heard Mr. Drever speak. "Kinlay," said he, "finish the subjunctive mood, where Jessie Grey left off." Tom's trembling voice betrayed his ignorance of the-lesson. "Regor, I am ruled; regeris, thou " "No, no," interrupted the master.
But what was said and done at this supplementary inquiry may well be reserved for another chapter. "Tom Kinlay is no brother of yours, Thora; nor Carver your father!" These words were ringing in my ears. What did they mean? I was questioning in my own mind what Colin could have meant when Mr. Drever asked us all to sit at the table. He had some statement to make. Turning to Mr.
If it had not been that during the lessons, in common with his pupils, Andrew Drever took a secret pleasure in looking through the little window across Stromness harbour, and, from his position at the desk, watching the movements of the shipping, it is probable he would have erected some curtain there.
Drever," I replied. "I found it at the head of the Gaulton Cliff on Saturday." "Just so," said he smiling, "I had heard that. Now that stone may be wanted in evidence. Would you mind letting me have it?" "Here it is, sir," I said, handing it to him. And taking it with him, he left me to my thoughts.
And then Colin Lothian's dog sprang about her skirts in joyful greeting, and followed her to the middle of the room. Bailie Duke, after a consultation with Mr. Drever, called Thora to the table and administered the oath. She pronounced the words with grave solemnity. "I understand, Thora," said Mr. Duke, "that you know something concerning the death of Colin Lothian?" "Yes," said Thora.
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