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Updated: June 9, 2025
You know perfectly well that if I were doing it to please you to win your admiration you wouldn't call it folly." "You will please me and win my admiration if you don't do it. Please!" "But I don't want You'll pardon me? I don't want to win your admiration." What could she say to that? There was a moment of silence. "When?" she asked quietly. "I'm waiting for Farrish, my foreman.
It seemed as if Ebie Farrish, who was at the watering-stone as she passed, could read what was written upon it as plain as an advertisement. She put it, therefore, into the lilac sunbonnet and so passed by.
Ebie Farrish was not. Jock Forrest had folded his tent and stolen away. Meg and Saunders were left alone. It was his supreme opportunity. He leaned over towards his sweetheart. His blue bonnet had fallen to the ground, and there was a distinct odour of warm candle- grease in the air. "Meg," he said, "yer maist amazin' bonny, an' I'm that fond o' ye that I am faain' awa' frae my meat!
Farrish, in a manner that showed a certain reluctance, put up the currycomb with which he had been grooming the sorrels, and started toward the rear door. But Pete stood still. "You too, Pete!" said Haig, impatiently. "I think you better not to-day," answered the Indian, in his slow way. "Why?" snapped Haig. Pete had seen the expression on Haig's face, and did not like it.
"Oh, nocht to his discredit ava, only Manse Bell heard him arguin' wi' the minister aboot the weemen-folk the day that he cam'. He canna' bide them, she says." "He has but puir taste," said Ebie Farrish; "a snod bit lass is the bonniest work o' Natur'. Noo for mysel' " "D'ye want anither?" asked Jess, without apparent connection.
Throwing off his coat as he went, he passed through the rear door of the barn, and climbed into the outlaw's corral, followed by Farrish, Curly, and Pete. Sunnysides received them with suspicion. His head was high, his nostrils were dilated, his tail swished slowly, like a tiger's.
At this moment came Pete from the cottage, bringing the revolver and cartridge belt, which Haig buckled on while Farrish led Trixy out in front of the stable. There was a word or two more to Farrish, about the cattle and the hay, and Haig swung himself into the saddle. "Wait!" cried Pete, running out of the stable.
Curly had "nigh killed" the sorrels, getting the doctor for Craven, but they were all right now. "Fat and sassy," Curly added. "I'll take some of that out of them, to-morrow," said Haig. "I'll want the sleigh, Farrish. Please look after it in the morning."
He's the only man I can absolutely depend upon. He's in Omaha. He'll be back next week." "And you won't begin without him?" "No." She had no choice but to be satisfied with a few days of grace. Moreover, something might happen before the return of Farrish; the outlaw might escape, or she might find another opportunity to plead with Haig, or What was she thinking of?
When Ebie Farrish came to the bridge he was a material Galloway ploughman, satisfied with his night's conquests and chewing the cud of their memory. He looked over. He saw the stars, which were perfectly reflected a hundred yards away on the smooth expanse, first waver, then tremble, and lastly break into a myriad delicate shafts of light, as the water quickened and gathered.
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