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"At your service, my lord. . . . I'll leave your candles on the dresser . . . and your rooms are quite ready . . . I sleep at the top of the house myself, but if your lordship'll only call loudly enough, I daresay I shall hear." "All right, Jelly . . . and . . . I say, put the lamp out the fire'll give us all the light we need and we don't want to attract the passer-by." "Al ri', my lord." Mr.
"Pull off yer shoes an' toast yer feet," he said to Harry. "The fire'll draw the tiredness right out." Harry's relaxed fingers fumbled vainly with the wet and obstinate shoe-strings. Aunt Debby came up with a large bowl of milk in each hand, and a great circular loaf of corn-bread under her arm.
David nodded and looked over to the fire, which was not much more than a heap of red coals and white ashes. The foreman saw where he was looking. "The fire'll be all right," he said. "It's about out. Now I'll take just one more look around." So the foreman walked all around the house, slowly, and he looked carefully to make sure that he had not forgotten anything.
The fire'll be out directly, so I says to our Mary, you look after the fire, so our Mary goes to the heap and fetches a shovel of coal, and claps it on the top of the hot cinders, and she won't let our Esther poke it no more, so it burns steady and bright, and throws out a good heat, and lasts a long time.
The veteran obstinately matched her by becoming deafer than ever. "Yes, my dear," he said, "you're right; it is chilly in these passages; and unless I go back to my fire, my fire'll go out won't it? If you don't feel sure of your Pints of the Compass, come in to me and I'll put you right again." He winked benevolently, whistled to the dogs, and hobbled off.
"Dave, there's a flicker behind you. Swat it out!" "Out she goes!" answered the young cowboy. "Tubby, step along with a little more life!" the foreman cried. "Th' fire'll git yo' if yo' don't watch out!" "I'm goin' along as fast as I can, Pete." "Well, move faster. We've got to beat this fire!" Thus with friendly gibes and taunts Pete kept his men at work.
An' when this little scrap is over the fire'll be out. You ain't had but one round with this fire so far." "That's certainly some fire," rejoined the boy as they turned sharply from a glade to the edge of a hill that looked upon the forest just below. It was a sight of fear.
"They're safe enough. The fire'll no' touch them, an' besides, they're in the Lord's hands." A few minutes more and the whole farm-steading was in flames. The dragoons watched the work of destruction until the roof of the cottage fell in; then, mounting their horses, they descended to the road with the two prisoners and turned their faces in the direction of Edinburgh.
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