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Every redemptioner would have it he is a gentleman, when he's only caught the trick by waiting on them." "But if I buy my time you " "How 'd come ye by the money?" "I I think I could get the amount." "Ay. I doubt not ye know how money 's to be got by hook or by crook! And no doubt ye want your freedom to drill more rebels to the king. Ye'll not get it from me, so there 's an end on 't."
His name's Williams; an' now if ye ain't too tired, perhaps ye'll tell us what they call ye to home." "Well, I'm Number Eleven, and my name's Williams, too." "Then, if yer name's Williams, an' ye're Number 'leven, ye want some supper. Set down an' help yerself." Before taking his seat, Yates turned laughingly to Mr. Benedict, shook his hand, and "hoped for a better acquaintance." Jim was puzzled.
"Cap'n Daddy, I've got something to tell you!" Billy's heart smote him as he looked at the pretty head, bowed now upon the folded arms. He put out his rough hand and smoothed the ruddy hair. "Steady," he murmured, "'tain't no use t' lose heart, Janet. I done wrong not t' give ye a clearer chart t' sail by, but ye'll get int' smooth waters agin, please God!" How little he realized her true trouble!
There was method in my madness, tho', ye'll ken. Here was I, nearer far to London, in Birkenhead than I was in Glasga. Gi'en I was gae'in there some time, I could save my siller by going then. So off I went resolved to go and look for opportunity where opportunity lived. Ye'll ken I could see London was no comin' after me didna like the long journey by train, maybe.
Then by chance I asked him of a burn of which I had heard, and how it might be reached. I shall never forget the tone of his answer as his face grew eager and he poured forth his knowledge. "Ye'll gang up the Knowe Burn, which comes down into the Cauldshaw. It's a wee tricklin' thing, trowin' in and out o' pools i' the rock, and comin' doun out o' the side o' Caerfraun.
Then from below the bed he pulled a box from which he drew a handsome flute. 'Ye'll forgive me, Mr Brand, but I aye like a tune before I go to my bed. Macnab says his prayers, and I have a tune on the flute, and the principle is just the same.
"Divil burn ye," the honest fellow cried, the perspiration rolling down his face; "I think ye'll be satisfied without walking out into the forest, where I wish ye war' with all my heart, amang the threes that made ye! Now, I'll see if yer contrairy enough to run up a hill."
You talk all right, but the fust thing we know we'll be druv out o' house an' home an' all our crops sp'iled." "You should have them in by this time. Who told you that your farms would be ruined?" "Well, we was told, anyhow, an' we warn ye that if any damage is done to our farms or crops ye'll have ter suffer fer it.
"Are ye looking for a pot of gold, children?" said a voice behind them. It was the old broom-woman. She had a little house in the woods and sold brooms for a living. "A pot of gold!" cried Chrif. "Where is it?" "It's at the foot of the rainbow," said the broom-woman. "If ye get to the foot of the rainbow and then dig and dig, ye'll come to a pot of gold." "Rhoda! let's go quick!" said Chrif.
"Soon enough ye'll find out what I mean, Thirkle; that's what. If the two of ye think yer going to side together ag'in' me, well and good; but look out for Bad Buckrow, I say. I'll make my meanin' blasted clear, too. Mind that." "My jaw's broke!" cried Petrak, struggling to his feet, breathing hard.
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