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You will be following me, lad?" The anxious note in his voice struck Ranald to the heart. "Oh, father, it is what I want," he replied, brokenly. "I will try." "Aye," said Macdonald Dubh, "and you will come. I will be telling HER. Now lay me down, Tonal; I will be going." Macdonald Bhain laid him quietly back on his pillow, and for a moment he lay with his eyes closed.
She drove before the wind and went on Ealan Dubh, and sunk, and that was all." The story, as he told it, was as bald of interest as if it were a page from an old almanack. "What came of the men?" said the Cornal. "The loss of the Jean does not amount to muckle; there was not a plank of her first timbers left in her." "They got ashore in the small boat," said Gilian.
A word of command and the pointer shot into the shore, and the next moment Macdonald Dubh, or Black Hugh, as he was sometimes called, followed by his men, was climbing up the steep bank. "What the blank, blank, do these logs mean, Murphy?" he demanded, without pause for salutation. "Tis a foine avenin' Misther Macdonald," said Murphy, blandly offering his hand, "an' Hiven bliss ye."
Meanwhile, after forty years, Donald Dubh, and all the great western chiefs, none of whom could write, renewed the alliance of 1463 with England, calling themselves "auld enemies of Scotland." Their religious predilections, however, were not Protestant. They promised to destroy or reduce half of Scotland, and hailed Lennox as Governor, as in Angus's offer to Henry in spring 1545.
It had an occupant too, a lad not greatly older than himself, using only a guiding oar, who so was directing the boat in the drifting waves towards the Ealan Dubh and the counter of the Jean. Then the whole folly of his conduct, the meaning of the seamen's cries, the obvious and simple thing he should have done came to Gilian he discovered himself the dreamer again.
In fact, all those twoscore men rather hoped that their old master would be crushed by Brian, for so long as there was booty in sight they cared not whom they served. Half an hour later Brian saw ahead of him that same bend of road where first he and Turlough had met O'Donnell Dubh. But there was no sign of Turlough, and he cantered ahead to see if the O'Donnell men were below.
"There is no lack of powder here, O'Donnell Dubh, and one of my men holds a pistol ready for it." At this he glanced at Turlough, who grimaced. But from outside came a sudden yell of alarm, and Brian saw a few fleeing figures, while O'Donnell shouted at his men in furious rage.
"The man is called Cathbarr of the Ax, and he is a hard man to fight, for he has ten men like himself, axmen all. The woman cannot fight, but she has a swift mind, many men, and her name is Nuala O'Malley, of the O'Malleys of Erris." "I had sooner fight a man than a woman," returned Brian slowly. "Also, this Cathbarr of the Ax has fewer men. I will do you this favor, O'Donnell Dubh."
"If I had that fellow," said he, aloud "if I had that fellow, I should like to spin for a shark off Dubh Artach lighthouse."
The shepherds know her, and answer her in the Gaelic when she speaks to them in passing; the sailors know her, and would adventure their lives to gratify her slightest wish; and the bearded fellows who live their solitary life far out at Dubh Artach lighthouse, when she goes out to them with a new parcel of books and magazines, do not know how to show their gladness at the very sight of her bonnie face.
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