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I think Tom Kinlay was the only one of us who did not look with superstitious awe into the dark shadows that hung about those ruined walls and silent tombstones; but he was so tall and strong that nothing seemed to daunt him, and soon he made a proposal that went far towards assuring me that he was absolutely fearless.
But the character of Carver Kinlay "Crafty Carver" he was called by those who knew him well was a problem which had not yet been solved.
"You're a liar!" he exclaimed angrily. "And you're a thief!" I retorted; and I walked round to him, determined, if necessary, to defend my accusation in a more practical way than by empty words. Now, I am confident that Kinlay was almost eager for such a chance as this to pay back many debts which his own jealousy had from time to time conjured up against me.
I will excuse you this time, but only because you were at the fishing." Then he added more kindly, "I have myself lost count of time in the same way. And now let me hear your Latin lesson." Fortunately I went through the lesson without mistake, and was rewarded by being told to go above Tom Kinlay.
Then she raised her eyes to me again and said softly oh, so softly: "I'm real glad, Halcro, that ye werena drowned when the Curlew was wrecked." I was about to thank her for the part she had taken in my rescue when Captain Gordon interrupted. Said he: "If that sinner, Carver Kinlay, had had his own way Halcro would have been drowned like the rest." Thora's cheeks grew crimson.
I wanted but to save ye frae makin' a fule o' yersel, like Carver Kinlay's lad." "Why," I said, "Kinlay has made a very good bargain, has he not?" "Simpleton!" said the skipper. "Ye didna hear what yon Dutch sailor said to the auld Jew, eh?" "I heard, captain, but of course I didna understand," I said. "Weel, my lad, I understood," said he.
I think this was the first time in my life that I felt conscious that my sister was more beautiful than any other Orkney girl I knew, with the one exception of Thora Kinlay. She was at that time nineteen years of age; she was tall and graceful, and very easy in her movements. It is true she had no accomplishments, such as those of Bailie Duke's daughters; but her education in Mr.
This was none other than Tom Kinlay, who, with his great boots and pea jacket on and his sou'wester hat, looked as big a man as any of them. For a moment he hesitated, on seeing the young naval officer, but, emboldened by Mr. Fox's disguised appearance, he took up a position where he could hear all that was being said.
"Oh! Look, look!" cried Thora, "pussy's tail's burnin'!" "Confound you, Thora!" exclaimed her father, angered at this interruption. "Can you not pay attention, and let pussy mind her own tail? I say, if you were your mother, how would you like your daughter Thora to lick the cream?" "Tut, goodman!" interposed Mrs. Kinlay, "what does the lass ken about being a mother? Go on with the reading."
This, however, aided me in keeping afloat till I was enabled to reach the boat again and cling to the keel. Now was I in comparative safety, for I did not doubt that Carver Kinlay would see me and bear down to rescue me.
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