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Wilders had recovered herself sufficiently to reply in an unconcerned tone "I did not understand his jargon; but it does not matter in the least; don't make any fuss, I beg." The incident had been unobserved by any but these two, and it must have been speedily forgotten by young Wilders, for he said nothing more. But Mrs.
All were sorry they were going away and said they would be missed from the baseball team. Returning to the farm, their mother met them with a peculiar smile on her face. "Any news?" they asked eagerly. "Yes, word came over the telephone a while ago." "And what Is it, ma?" "The Wilders say to come and " "Hooray!" "And not to bring a trunk," finished the mother.
Wilders and McKay stood at the cabin companion alone absolutely alone with the raging elements, the whistling wind still three parts of a gale, and the cruel, driving sea. "Shall I fetch the captain?" McKay repeated. "No, no! Don't disturb him; no doubt he is right. I will go below again. This is no place for me."
General Wilders came aft. "You had better put on your best clothes, general; they are coming to fetch you in state." "I suppose, on this occasion only, you will wear a hat, Bill?" said Mrs. Wilders. "I wish you would go down and get ready, my dear; we ought not to keep the gig," said the general, as he himself went below to dress. "I am not so sure I shall go on shore at all," replied his wife.
"Are you not coming with us, Lydstone?" said his young brother, greatly disappointed. "I did want to show you our mess." "I know Gibraltar by heart, and I have letters to write. I hope you will enjoy yourself, Countess," he added, sarcastically, as they went down the side. "There's no fear of that, now we have left you behind," replied Mrs. Wilders, sharply.
Wilders," said Mr. Burt, gravely and with great deliberation "Mrs. Wilders, if that indeed be your correct appellation " And the doubt thus implied, reviving her worst fears, sent a cold shock to her heart. But she was outwardly brave. "How dare you!" she cried with indignant defiance in her tone. "Have you only brought me here to insult me? I appeal to your lordship.
It was Colonel Wilders, one of the family a poor relation, in fact, commonly called by them "Cousin Bill" a hale, hearty, middle-aged man, with grey hair he was not ashamed of, but erect and vigorous, with a soldierly air. "I wish he would not advertise himself with such a person in this way."
Half an hour brought the searchers of the Royal Picts to where young Anastasius Wilders lay. McKay was the first to find him, and he raised a shout of recognition as he ran forward to the wounded officer. Unslinging his water-bottle, he put it to his cousin's lips; but young Wilders waved the precious liquid aside, saying, although in a feeble voice "Thank you; but I can wait.
Again the staff-officer interposed and whispered something in the general's ear. "Of course; I had forgotten." Then, turning to McKay, he went on: "What is your name?" "McKay." "Your Christian names in full?" "Stanislas Anastasius Wilders McKay." "Exactly. Stanislas Alexandrovich McKay. I knew your father when he was a captain in the Polish Lancers; was he not?" "I cannot deny it."
How about your allowance, and the protection of that great family? Don't you know, foolish woman, that you are absolutely and completely in my power?" Mrs. Wilders made no reply. Her face was a study; many emotions struggled for mastery fear, sullen obstinacy, and impotent rage. "Come, be more reasonable," went on Mr.