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The McRaes don't cry back on a bargain," the dour old buffalo-hunter said. "But first we'll look at this young man's arm. Get water and clean rags, Jess." Morse flushed beneath the dark tan of his cheeks. "My arm's all right. It'll keep till I get back to camp." "No such thing, my lad. We'll tie it up here and now. If my lass cut your arm, she'll bandage the wound." "She'll not.
Most of their children used the mother tongue, though they could make shift to express themselves in English. In this respect as in others the younger McRaes were superior. They talked English well. They could read and write. Their father had instilled in them a reverence for the Scriptures and some knowledge of both the Old and New Testaments.
Yes, it is; and that looks like Patton McRae's black mare." "By their nags ye shall know them," said John. "Who are these estimable youths? I look upon them with the eye of jealousy." "Bob Morgan? Oh, he's Dr. Morgan's son. You passed his house near the post-office. And the McRaes live at Cotswold; there's a big family of them. Will you ring for tea, Mr. Wendell?"
Beat him, I say, but Macdonald Bhain says 'Tied him' Aleck McRae, who thinks himself so mighty smart with his team." Don forgot in his excitement that the McRaes and their friends were there in numbers. "So he is," cried Annie Ross, one of Aleck's admirers. "There is not a man in the Indian Lands that can beat Aleck and his team." "Well," exulted Don, "a boy came pretty near it to-day."
He was shortly afterward followed by other teams in rapid succession the Rosses, the McKerachers, the Camerons, both Don and Murdie, the Rory McCuaigs, the McRaes, two or three families of them, the Frasers, and others till some fifteen teams and forty men, and boys, who thought themselves quite men, lined up in front of the brule.
The Blackfoot had not heard of the recent trouble between Whaley and the McRaes, nor had the word reached him that Bully West was free again. Wherefore he was puzzled at what the signs on the snow told him. Yet he knew he had read them correctly. The final proof of it to him was that Jessie broke trail and not the man. If he were a friend he would lead the way.
So he took Peter off by himself, and without much difficulty, persuaded him to act the magnanimous part and drop the quarrel. With Ranald he had a harder task. That young man was prepared to see his quarrel through at whatever consequences to himself. He knew the McRaes, and knew well their reputation, but that only made it more impossible for him to retreat.
Murdie had interfered on Ranald's behalf, chiefly because he was Don's friend, but also because he was unwilling that Ranald should be involved in a quarrel with the McRaes, which he knew would be a serious affair for him. But now his strongest reason for desiring peace was that he had pledged himself to the minister's wife to bring it about in some way or other.
It is strange that Hughie has not heard. Indeed, perhaps he has, but since his beloved Ranald is involved, he is keeping it quiet." "What is it?" said his wife, anxiously. "Oh, nothing less than a regular pitched battle between the McGregors and the McRaes of the Sixteenth, and all on Ranald's account, too, I believe." Mrs. Murray sat in silent and bitter disappointment.
As he had promised, he was at the McRaes' by the appointed hour. Jessie opened to his knock. The girl almost took his breath. He had not realized how attractive she was. In her rough outdoor costumes she had a certain naïve boyishness, a very taking quality of vital energy that was sexless. But in the house dress she was wearing now, Jessie was wholly feminine.
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