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Such as it was, however, it served our purpose well enough, and as the lad was a willing, cheery, somewhat humorous fellow, he was justly deemed an acquisition to our party. While on this subject I may add that Blondin, who brought the winter packet to Dunregan, was one of our number also, that both our Scotsmen were Highlanders, one being named Donald Bane, the other James Dougall.
Need we no, we need not! Dougall leaped up with a cry that almost equalled that of Salamander. Both men rushed to the fortress and bounded into it, the one spurting out Gaelic expletives, the other rotten egg and bits of shell.
The night, besides being fine and calm, was unusually warm, thereby inducing a feeling of drowsiness, which gradually checked the flow of conversation previously evoked by the pipes. "It is not likely the redskins will come up here to give us a chance when there's such a lot of our lads gone to meet them," said Bane, with a yawn. "I agree with you, Tonald," answered Dougall grumpily.
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The great mass of water went forth with the gushing hilarity of a prisoner set free, and, with something like a roar of triumph, carried Salamander like a chip on its crest. He was launched into the bosom of the amazed James Dougall, who incontinently went with the stream, laying hold of and carrying off Donald Bane as he passed.
"An' are we to be left behind," growled Dougall, "when there's fightin' to be done?" "I have no time for words, Dougall," said Lumley in a low voice, "but if you don't at once set about preparation to defend the camp, I'll give you some fighting to do that you won't relish." Dougall had no difficulty in understanding his leader's meaning.
"It be de French for supper," said Salamander, who overheard the question. "Humph!" ejaculated Dougall and Bane in unison; but they vouchsafed no further indication of the state of their minds.
I had not only swallowed, but nearly choked with a tendency to laugh at the lugubrious expression of my friends' faces. "Where am I?" said I, on recovering a little, "What has happened?" "Oo ay, Muster Maxby," answered Dougall, with his wonted nasal drawl; "somethin' hess happened, but it's no sae pad as what might hev happened, whatever."
The author has struck a vein of originality purely her own.... It is tragic, pathetic, humerous by turns.... Miss Dougall has, in fact, scored a great success. Her book is artistic, realistic, intensely dramatic in fact, one of the novels of the year." "'Beggars-All' is a noble work of art, but is also something more and something better.
Shames, man, lend a hand to carry him to the fire, and plow up a bit flame that we may see what we've gotten." "Iss he tead, Tonald?" asked Dougall, in a pitiful tone, as he came forward. "No, Shames, he's no tead yet. Take up his feet, man, an' I'll tak' his shouthers." Dougall went to Salamander's feet, turned his back to them, and stooped to take them up as a man takes a wheelbarrow.
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