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I was aware that the minister knew more of Mary's going and her present whereabouts than I did, and, sometimes, I fancied he would gladly have told me what he knew. But he could find no opening in the armour of George Bremner for the lodgment of such information. Rita and he got to know, after a while, that the name of Mary Grant was a locked book and that Mary Grant alone held the key to it.
In fact, it seemed to be rather thankful than otherwise for a kick when it chanced to receive one, and a pat on the head, or a kind word made it all but jump out of its black skin for very joy. Bremner called it "Pup." It had no other name, and didn't seem to wish for one.
"Far from it," I answered, "but as it so happens I am slightly better acquainted with the Bay than you are and I merely wished you to benefit from my knowledge." "I am obliged to you for your interest, Mr. Bremner. However, I know my own capabilities in the water, just as you know yours. Now, if you do not desire to spoil what to me has been a pleasure so far, you will leave me."
Evidently, it was he or I for it. In fact, since the moment we first met at Golden Crescent that had been the issue with which I had always been confronted. Joe Clark or George Bremner! one of us had to go down under the heel of the other. I grabbed up the club and stood on guard for the terrific onslaught Joe immediately made on me.
"Big Joe was just like a baby. His face turned white. "'You're in love with Bremner, he said, catching me by the wrist. I drew myself away. "'I'm not, I said. 'I like him better than I like any other man, you included, but I don't love him any more than he loves me." Rita looked up at me and her eyes filled with tears. "'Ain't Bremner in love with you? Joe asked. "'No! I said.
Even while the man spoke, a swell began to rise, and, as the tide had by that time risen a few feet, an occasional billow swept over the rocks and almost washed the feet of Bremner as he made his way over the ledges. In five minutes the sea was rolling all round the foot of the beacon, and Bremner and his friend were safely ensconced on the mortar-gallery.
"There's a pretty kettle o' fish!" exclaimed Ruby aloud. "So 'tis, lad; so 'tis," said Bremner, who at that moment had placed a superb pot of codlings on the fire; "though why ye should say it so positively when nobody's denyin' it, is more nor I can tell." Ruby laughed, and retired to the mortar-gallery to work at the forge and ponder.
Bremner that they had been in the garden ever so long searching for her, and he was very glad of the opportunity of hearing about his old friend, Phemy's father! The aunt was not quite pleased, but said little. The following Sunday she told the schoolmaster what had taken place, and came home in a rage at the idiocy of a man who would not open his eyes when his house was on fire.
"Rita's a good lassie," he said, "and she hasna had schoolin' except what Marget and me taught her, and that's little more than being able to read and add up a few lines o' figures. "George Bremner, you're an honest man and I like ye fine. You'll ha'e my answer by the end o' the week." "Right you are!" I exclaimed. Andrew then started in to tell Mr.
'Good heavens, Francis! Are you mad still? How dare you tell such horrible falsehoods of your own mother? You never came near me! You went straight to Corbyknowe! 'Ask Mrs. Bremner if I speak the truth. She ran out after me, but could not get up with me. You drove me out; and if you do not know it now, you do not need to be told how it is that you have forgotten it.
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