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They brought him water, and when they plunged his swollen feet into the tub, he cried out it was burning; and folk say that it DID bubble and sparkle like a seething cauldron. He flung the cup at Dougal's head, and said he had given him blood instead of burgundy; and, sure aneugh, the lass washed clotted blood aff the carpet; the neist day.
The police boat was pulled in under a rickety wooden structure, beneath which the Thames water whispered eerily; and Kerry and Seton disembarked, mounting a short flight of slimy wooden steps and crossing a roughly planked place on to a shingly slope. Climbing this, they were on damp waste ground, pathless and uninviting. "Dougal's is being watched," said Kerry. "I think I told you?"
He was dragged into a cubby-hole, which had once been used for coats and rugs, and the door locked on him. Then the light sprang forth again. It revealed Dougal and five Die-Hards, somewhat the worse for wear; it revealed also Dickson squatted with outspread waterproof very like a sitting hen. "Where's Dobson?" he asked. "In the boiler-house," and for once Dougal's gravity had laughter in it.
The haze upon the surrounding hills rapidly deepened, and the air was full of frost particles. A storm was coming on apace. Nor was Dougal's wayside hostelry within sight. "It's a rotten life on the boundary," said Robb, as though continuing a thought aloud. "It's not so much the life," replied Grey vindictively, "it's the d d red tape that demands the half-yearly journey down country.
What in heaven is that?" It was McGuffog whose great bellow resounded down the corridor. Sir Archie turned and shuffled back, to be met by a distressing spectacle. The lamp, burning as peacefully as it might have burned on an old lady's tea-table, revealed the window of the garden-room driven bodily inward, shutters and all, and now forming an inclined bridge over Dougal's ineffectual tubs.
Dougal's ane o' the gamekeepers, ye ken sic a braw fellow sax feet three. Ye'll hae seen him, Maybe?" "No, but I should like to see him. And yourself are you a tenant of mine, and what did you want with me?"
He's no bairn; he'll be ane-and-twenty the thirtieth o' June: I mind the day weel, for the wife was brought to bed o' her last wean the same day as the countess, and our Dougal's a braw callant the noo, ye ken. Gin the earl has ony wits ava, whilk folk thocht was aye doubtful', he'll hae gotten them by this time. I maun speak wi' himself', unless, as they said, he's no a' there."
It was Dougal's turn to break in, "There's Lean and Spittal and Dobson and four tinklers in the Dean that's seven; but there's us three and five more Gorbals Die-hards that's eight." There was something in the boy's truculent courage that cheered her. "I wonder," she said, and her eyes fell on each in turn. Dickson felt impelled to intervene. "I think this is a perfectly simple business.
Angry watery clouds scurried across the heavens. Dickson made a pillow of his waterproof, stretched himself on one of the bedsteads, and, so quiet was his conscience and so weary his body from the buffetings of the past days, was almost instantly asleep. It seemed to him that he had scarcely closed his eyes when he was awakened by Dougal's hand pinching his shoulder.
Dickson had come to the conclusion that he was on the wrong road, when he was summoned by a voice which seemed to arise out of the ground. "Who goes there?" "What's that you say?" "Who goes there?" The point of a pole was held firmly against his chest. "I'm Mr. McCunn, a friend of Dougal's." "Stand, friend." The shadow before him whistled and another shadow appeared.
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