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"Ta tam t'ing was alife when I raxed 'er out of 'is poke," he said, "but 'er went dead sune after. She can 'ave 'er for a shillin'." He had no idea, nor could I make him understand, what it was and what purpose it served.
"Tam will see the burst," said young Austin and Blackie nodded. There were no other explosions and they waited for ten minutes, then "Ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka!" The sound came from right overhead. "Tam's got him," whooped Blackie; "the devil must have been flying low." "Tocka-tocka-tocka-tocka!" "That's Fritz," said Blackie, "and that's Tam again."
At ten o'clock that night the squadron rose and headed eastward. The moon was at its full, but there was a heavy ground mist, and at six thousand feet a thin layer of clouds which afforded the raiders a little cover. Tam was on the left of the diamond formation, flying a thousand feet above the bombers, and for an hour and a half his eyes were glued upon the signal light of his leader.
"Weel," said Tam, "it's no' for me to check ye if ye won't be edicated." She stared at him, then burst into a ringing laugh. "My! the Scotch people are funny tell me about Scotland. Is it a wonderful country? Do you know about Bruce and Wallace and Rob Roy and all those people?" "Oh, aye," said Tam cautiously, "by what A' read in the paper it's a gay fine country."
Bela looked at him with a new hope. "But you got do w'at I tell you. Crying' won't get him. A man hates a cryin' woman. Mak' a dry face and let on you don' care 'bout him at all. All tam laugh at him. You can't do that, I guess. Too moch fool!" Bela frowned resentfully. "I can do it," she declared. "All right," said Musq'oosis, "Let him go now. Keep away from him a while. Let him forget his mad."
When the excitement had died down a bit, Alan drew his stool up beside the Shepherd's knee and said: "Won't you please tell us about Rob Roy, Cousin Campbell? If he's an ancestor of mine, I ought to know more about him." "Oh, do, Father," echoed the Twins, planting their stools beside the other knee. Even Tam was interested.
The said fair sex were still firing off little volleys of screams in chorus, and clinging desperately to their cavaliers; and everything, in a word, was in most admired disorder. Tam O'Shanter's cry, "Weel done, Cutty sark!" could not have produced half such a commotion among his "hellish legion" as the emphatic debut of Sir Norman Kingsley among these human revelers.
"Bit, de'il tak't, wha' gar'd ye jalouse A was a Scoatsman?" "Ecchelfechan." "An' wha' fir no?" demanded Tam sternly. "Haud tae ye 'se hae ony siccan a historic name in yir ain domd kintra. D'ye ken wha, firbye mysen, was boarn in Ecchelfechan syne? Vinna fash yirsel' aboot" "I say, Scotty," interposed Toby; "Egglefeggan 's the place where they eat brose ain't it?"
You take my word for it I, Duncan MacAlpine, know what I am talking about. Charlotte Anderson too. So finally, after a while, I became very noble and said what a fine thing it was to give up something very precious for others. And I asked her if she could think of anything much nobler than willingly to give up as fine a girl as herself Charlotte Anderson for the sake of Tam Gallaberry?
"He is dead! he is dead! My dear, dear Tam! The pestilence has seized upon him; and I and the puir bairn are left alone in the strange land." All attempts at consolation were useless; she obstinately refused to listen to probabilities, or to be comforted. All through the night I heard her deep and bitter sobs, and the oft-repeated name of him that she had lost.
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