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On the contrary, for some occult feminine reason, it amused and interested her. It would be such a good story to tell her friends of a "drummer's" idea of gallantry; and to tease the flirtatious young West Pointer who had just joined. And the appraisement was truthful Major Cantire had only his pay and Miss Cantire had been obliged to select that hat from the government stores.
And as I am writing of human nature I am compelled to say that they both burst into a fit of laughter that for the moment stopped all other expression! "It was so kind of them to leave the coach," said Miss Cantire faintly, as she took her handkerchief from her wet and mirthful eyes. "But what made them run away?" Boyle did not reply; he was eagerly examining the coach.
Nevertheless he said lightly: "Perhaps even Foster might have had an Indian scare." "He ought to know 'friendlies' or 'government reservation men' better by this time," said Miss Cantire; "however, there is something in that.
She was shocked, amazed, discomfited and admiring! And this hero had been sitting opposite to her, silent all the rest of the night! "Did Mr. Boyle say anything of an Indian attack last night?" asked Ashford. "Did you hear anything?" "Only the wolves howling," said Miss Cantire. "Mr. Boyle was away twice." She was strangely reticent in complimentary imitation of her missing hero.
D d if it isn't the card I gave that Indian four hours ago at the station!" He held up the card. "Look yer, sonny," retorted Foster gravely, "ef yer wantin' to get out and hang round Miss Cantire, why don't yer say so at oncet? That story won't wash!" "Fact!" continued Boyle eagerly. "It's the same card I stuck in his hat there's the greasy mark in the corner.
But Miss Cantire noticed this, also his evident satisfaction when she had at first produced it, and his concern when she was about to discharge it uselessly. She was a clever girl, and a frank one to those she was inclined to trust. And she began to trust this stranger. A smile stole along her oval cheek. "I really believe you're afraid of something, Mr. Boyle," she said, without looking up.
"A lady and the fort commandant's darter at that! She's clar grit, you bet a chip o' the old block. And all this means, sonny, that you're to give up that box seat to HER. Miss Julia Cantire don't take anythin' less when I'm around."
Mannering; I am a plain man and do not dwell on these things, and I must needs say I have little memory for them; but I wish ye could have heard my father's stories about the auld fights of the Mac-Dingawaies that's the Bertrams that now is wi' the Irish and wi' the Highlanders that came here in their berlings from Ilay and Cantire; and how they went to the Holy Land that is, to Jerusalem and Jericho, wi' a' their clan at their heels they had better have gaen to Jamaica, like Sir Thomas Kittlecourt's uncle and how they brought hame relics like those that Catholics have, and a flag that's up yonder in the garret.
He rose quickly to meet them, and throwing up his hand, brought them to a halt at some distance from the coach. They spread out, resolving themselves into a dozen troopers and a smart young cadet-like officer. "If you are seeking Miss Cantire," he said in a quiet, businesslike tone, "she is quite safe in the coach and asleep.
Mannering I am a plain man, and do not dwell on these things; and I must needs say, I have little memory for them; but I wish ye could have heard my father's stories about the auld fights of the Mac-Dingawaies that's the Bertrams that now is wi' the Irish, and wi' the Highlanders, that came here in their berlings from Islay and Cantire and how they went to the Holy Land-that is, to Jerusalem and Jericho, wi' a' their clan at their heels they had better have gaen to Jamaica, like Sir Thomas Kittlecourt's uncle and how they brought hame relics, like those that Catholics have, and a flag that's up yonder in the garret if they had been casks of Muscavado, and puncheons of rum, it would have been better for the estate at this day but there's little comparison between the auld keep at Kittlecourt and the castle o' Ellangowan I doubt if the keep's forty feet of front But ye make no breakfast, Mr.
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