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You don't know how funny you are, Emslie." "You'd best be civil!" growled the policeman. "Why?" drawled out Ambrose. "You've got to keep a hold on yourself whatever I say to you. It's regulations. Man to man I could lick you with ease!" "By gad!" began Emslie. Very red in the face, he turned on his heel, and went out slamming the door. Ambrose laughed, and felt a little better.
I heard Bawbie sayin' in her bed the ither mornin'. "Ay, I'm here," says I. "What are ye yalp-yalpin' at? What d'ye want? I had throo to the cellar to rin for tatties to Mistress Hasties. What was ye wantin'?" "See, look! Ye micht pet the pot on the fire there, an' warm that drappie pottit-hoach brue; an' ye'll tak' it alang to Mary Emslie," said Bawbie.
Just peaceful. I don't care what happens now." It was Colina's turn to lavish her pent-up tenderness upon him then. After a while she disengaged herself from his arms. "They will wonder what makes me stay so long," she murmured. "And my eyes are red. Emslie will see when I go out." Ambrose poured out water in his basin. "Dabble your eyes in this," he said.
No sooner had the door closed behind Emslie than, forgetting everything, it burst its bonds. "Colina! How good of you to come! It makes me so happy to see you! If you knew how I had hungered and thirsted for a sight of you! How charming you look in that dress! Your hair is done differently, too. I swear it is like the sun shining in here. You look tired. Sit down. Have some tea. What a fool I am!
With trembling hands he put his pipe in his mouth, and lighted it nonchalantly. It was Emslie with his supper. "Playing waiter, eh?" drawled Ambrose. "You fellows have to be everything from grooms to chambermaids, don't you?" Young Emslie stared, and grew red. "What's the matter with you?" he demanded. "A man must have a little entertainment," said Ambrose. "I'm forced to get it out of you.
Inspector Egerton continued to issue his orders. "Bafford, ride back and bring up the baggage. Have my tent pitched in the middle of the valley below. Emslie" this was the yellow-haired youth "I shall hold you responsible for the white prisoner. You needn't handcuff him. He couldn't escape if he wished to."
It was Emslie who broke the silence. "Do you wish me to stay?" he respectfully asked Colina. She raised grave eyes to Ambrose. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked evenly. "Yes," said Ambrose breathlessly. After a moment's hesitation she said to Emslie: "Please wait outside." Ambrose's heart leaped up.
Ambrose had to undergo the humiliation of walking down hill at the stirrup of the young trooper's horse. Emslie showed a less hard face than some of the others. Ambrose sought to establish relations with him by asking for tobacco. He was hungry for speech with his own kind. But the look of cold contempt with which his request was granted precluded any further advances.
She was steering to the westward. The wind blows so high this evening, I am afraid to go to bed for fear of rolling out." "Friday 20th. This morning our Frigate fired a signal to shift our course to North-Nor'-East. We have still fine weather and a fair wind. Mr. Emslie, the mate, tells me we are, at five in the afternoon, about 500 miles from Sandy Hook.
"When you're ready to go I'll call Emslie in. Coming in from the light, he won't notice anything. You can slip out ahead of him." Colina bathed her face as he suggested. Catching each other's eyes, they blushed and laughed. "We must decide quickly what we're going to do," she said hastily. "First read that letter," said Ambrose. She read it, leaning back against his shoulder.
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