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Why can't you say you won't meet Wiston!" His face cleared. "Well, that's the fact I won't. It would be too infernally unpleasant. You see, I was once by way of being his friend, and he was in my regiment. I couldn't do it." The landlord came in at the moment with a basket of peats. "How long is Capt. Mr. Wiston staying here?" I asked. "He's no bidin' ony time.
It's true the auld men are awa', but here's the auld wife left, an' she'll be a mither to ye, as weel's she kens hoo, an' a lass o' your sense is easy to mither. I' the name o' God I say't, the warl' micht as weel objec' to twa angels bidin' i' h'aven thegither as you an' the yoong laird in ae hoose! Say 'at they like, ye're but a servan' lass, an' here am I ower ye!
"Is the young minister aye bidin' at the Manse?" asked Jess. "Aye, he is that!" said Saunders, "he's a nice chiel' yon. Ye'll see him whiles ower by here. They say that is Manse Bell says that he's real fond o' yer young mistress here. Ken ye ocht aboot that, Jess?" "Hoots, havers, our young mistress is no for penniless students, I wot weel. "Very likely ye're richt.
"May be. Well, as I was tellin' you, half-a-dozen times did Phil Cara, bidin' his time till the tide was low and the sand hard " "But it's impossible," said the Lord Proprietor, pursuing his own train of thought. Abe regarded his master rather in sorrow than in anger. "To be sure, sir," said he, in a tone of delicate rebuke, "if you don't want to hear my story " "Eh?
Mebby ye thought my wrath war coolin'. Ef ye did ye thought wrong!" Parish Thornton drew a long breath and the colour gradually went out of his brown face, leaving it white and rapt in an exaltation of passion. "I've been bidin' my time an' my time hes come," he declared in a voice that rang like a bronze bell. "When I kills ye I does a holy act.
Now," he continued when they were seated, "what do you think you'll do?" "I don't know, sir. I wants t' get home wonderful bad," said Bob. "Yes, yes, I suppose you do. But you're a long way from home. It looks as though you'll have to stay here till the ship comes next summer. I can send you back with it." "'Tis a long while t' be bidin' here, sir, an' I'm fearin' as mother'll be worryin'."
Once, in the evening, they heard the honk of a flock of wild geese passing south. "They're a bit late," observed Skipper Zeb. "They'll be bidin' in a pond a step to the west'ard from here, and feedin' in the marnin'. I gets geese there sometimes, and I'm thinkin' I'll take a look at break o' day and see if I can knock one or two of un over."
Stillwell saw Madeline, and, throwing up his hands, roared to be heard. This quieted the gesticulating, quarreling men. "Wal now, Pat Hawe, what's drivin' you like a locoed steer on the rampage?" demanded Stillwell. "Keep in the traces, Bill," replied Hawe. "You savvy what I come fer. I've been bidin' my time. But I'm ready now. I'm hyar to arrest a criminal."
And Dow told Cupples the girl's story, including the arrangement made with Bruce in which he had had a principal part. "Annie Anderson�-I canna mak' oot whaur I hae heard her name afore." "Ye're bidin' at Bruce's, arena ye, Mr Cupples?" "Ay. That is, I'm sleepin' there, and payin' for't." "Weel, I hae little doobt ye hae heard it there." "I dinna think it.
He had jist killt himsel savin at Phemy, rinnin and fechtin on, upo' the barest chance o' savin her life; and sae whan he set off again to gang til her, no bidin for me, he was that forfouchten 'at he hed a bluid-brak in 's breist, and was jist able, and nae mair, to creep intil the weem oot o' the snaw. He didna like the place, and yet had a kin' o' a notion o' the bonny man bein there whiles.
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