United States or Georgia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Piegan rose in his stirrups and raised a clenched fist; the seamed face of him grew purple under its tan, and the words came out like the challenge of a range-bull. "Them them has got your girl!" he roared. The latigo dropped from MacRae's hand. "What?" he turned on Piegan savagely, incredulously. "I said it I said it! Yuh heard me, didn't yuh!" Piegan shouted. "This mornin' about sunrise.
There was a note of something that I'd never heard in MacRae's voice before; neither bitterness nor anger nor sorrow nor lonesomeness, and yet there was a hint of each, but so slight, so elusive I couldn't grasp it.
MacRae recalled the passionate undertone in Gower's voice when he said, "I did the only thing I could do in the way I was told to do it." Yes, he was sorry for Norman. The poor devil was not getting a square deal. But MacRae's pity was swiftly blotted out.
Queer that the first woman to care for him when he crept wounded and shaken to the shelter of his own roof should be the daughter of his enemy. For MacRae could not otherwise regard Horace Gower. Anything short of that seemed treason to the gray old man who had died in the next room, babbling of his son and the west wind and some one he called Bessie. MacRae's eyes blurred unexpectedly.
And when he contemplated marriage with Betty he found himself unable to detach her from her background, in which lurked something which to MacRae's imagination loomed sinister, hateful. To make peace with Horace Gower granting that Gower was willing for such a consummation for love of his daughter struck MacRae as something very near to dishonor.
But the next time you cross the river with a four-horse load of it I'll be on you like a wolf. If I don't, some other fellow will. Sabe? Think it over." Smith bit off a huge chew of tobacco, while he digested MacRae's warning. Then he looked up with a smile that broadened to a grin. "You're all right," he said cheerfully. "I like your style. If I get the worst of the deal, I won't holler.
Then he said with a curious hoarseness, and in a voice pitched so low it was scarcely audible: "Take your boat hooks out of me and be on your way." The older man withdrew his hook. Young Gower held on a second longer, matching the undisguised hatred in Donald MacRae's eyes with a fury in his own. His round, boyish face purpled.
The man in the sloop held his course. "Damn you, MacRae; lay to, or I'll run you down," the patriarch at the cutter's wheel shouted, when a boat's length separated the two craft. MacRae's lips moved slightly, but no sound issued therefrom. Leaning on the tiller, he let the sloop run.
Captain Kennan said he heard at Anadyrsk and elsewhere of its wonderful strength, and was greatly amused when he arrived at Macrae's and heard the whole story. Many of these natives have learned English from whalemen and speak enough to be understood. Gov. Bilzukavitch visited Anadyrsk in the spring of 1866, and met there a Chukchee chief.
Believe me, to be well dressed is a great thing to a young man making his way in London." The carriage stopped at a house that seemed to be only round the corner. "This is Mrs. Macrae's," the canon whispered. "An American lady-widow of a millionaire. Her daughter you will see her presently is to marry into one of our best English families."
Word Of The Day