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E.D. Gillespie to take Miss Irwin's place. Hands and curtain were arranged as before. The lights were turned down until the room was quite dim. Those present sang. During the singing, the Medium turned to speak to Mr. Gillespie's arm, his own right arm could have had free play in the curtained space behind him.
Daddy John soon ended their uncertainty. He drew from the fire a thick brand, brilliantly aflame, and carried it to the tent. Miss Gillespie's immovable head eyed it with some uneasiness. "I've nothing to put it in," she objected, "and I can't hold it while I'm doing up my hair." "I will," said the old man. "Get in the tent now and get your papers ready."
I suppose it's some kind of a flower something like a magnolia. It has a sound like a magnolia." A lively imagination was evidently not one of Miss Gillespie's possessions. Late one afternoon, riding some distance in front of the train, she and David had seen an Indian loping by on his pony. It was not an unusual sight.
There was no umbrella this morning to obscure Miss Gillespie's vivid tints, and in the same flat, straw hat, with her cheeks framed in little black curls, she looked a freshly wholesome young girl, who might be dangerous to the peace of mind of men even less lonely and susceptible than the two who bid her a flushed and bashful good morning.
Of course there was no arguing with him after this; so all Mr Mackay could do was to pass the word forward for Tim Rooney, and tell him what Captain Gillespie's orders were there was no good attempting to hail the boatswain, for not a word shouted could be heard beyond the poop.
"Gibson," said he, "show him into a room say I will see him presently, in about ten minutes or less; deliver this message, and return to me." In a few moments Gibson again made his appearance. "Gibson," continued his master, "where is Gillespie? Send him to me." "Gillespie's gone into Ballytrain, sir, to get one of the horses fired." "Gibson, you are a good and faithful servant.
At noon, the crew had their dinner, watch in and watch out, but we apprentices had to wait till the captain and mates had theirs; although, as I've already mentioned, we saw little of the delicacies of the cabin table except occasionally of a Sunday, on which day, sometimes, Captain Gillespie's heart was more benevolently inclined towards us apparently.
Then followed a hand-to-hand conflict, the Californians lancing and using their pistols with great dexterity, the Americans doing the best they could with their rusty sabres and clubbed guns. They were soon reënforced by Moore's dragoons and Gillespie's battalion, despite the unwilling mules; but the brutes kicked and bucked at every pistol shot and fresh cloud of smoke.
'That noble youth, Baillie is continually exclaiming, after each new display of Gillespie's learning and power of argument; 'That singular ornament of our Church'; 'He is one of the best wits of this isle, and so on.
Mary Gillespie's Susan Jane announced tea at this moment, and I was thankful, for my imagination was giving out, and I didn't know what question those girls would ask next. But I felt already a change in the mental atmosphere surrounding me, and all through supper I was thrilled with a secret exultation. Repentant? Ashamed? Not a bit of it!
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