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Updated: May 23, 2025
Why, I can see the cliff-flowers!" She laid one hand lightly on his arm, listening; high and heavenly sweet above the rushing noises of the sea they heard the singing of shoreward sky-larks above the grey cliff of Glenark. He began to tremble. "That nightmare through which I've struggled," he began, but she interrupted: "It is quite ended, Kay. You are awake. It is day and the world's before you."
A week later they found his dead horse and wrecked dog-cart five miles this side of Glenark Burn, lying in a gully entirely concealed by whinn and broom. It was the noise the flies made that attracted attention. As for the man himself, he floated casually into the Firth one sunny day with five bullets in him and his throat cut very horridly.
That's the trouble with a Milwaukee Boche. Anyway, London sent me back to find you and warn you. Keep your eye skinned. And when you're ready for France wire Edinburgh. You know where. There'll be a car and an escort for you and Seventy-seven." McKay laughed: "You know," he said, "there's no chance of trouble here. Glenark is too small a village " "Didn't I land a brace of Boches at Banff?"
But The Cold Hand of Isla had touched this girl in vain MOLADH MAIRI!! "Yellow-hair! Yellow-hair!" he whispered. The roar of rushing motors from Glenark filled his ears. He picked up one of her little hands and chafed it. Then she opened her golden eyes, looked up at him, and a flood of rose dyed her body from brow to ankle. "It it is a long way across Isla Water," she stammered.
At that he blazed up: "If you can win through Isla Water you stay on the other side and telephone Glenark! Do you hear? I'm all right. It's it's none of your business how I end this " "Kay?" "What?" "Turn your back. I'm undressing." He heard her stripping, kneeling in the ferns behind him, heard the rip of delicate fabric and the rustle of silk-lined garments falling.
A yellow-haired girl seated beside him leaned back in her place indifferently to relax her limbs. From the time she and the young man had left Glenark in Scotland their progress had been a series of similar interruptions.
And so they were rid of their Yankee lunatic. On the Firth Quay and along the docks all the inhabitants of Glenark and Strathlone were gathered to watch the boats come in with living, with dead, or merely the news of the seafight off the grey head of Strathlone.
"And if you've petrol and speed take the Banff road and be on your way, for the Boche are crawling to cover, and it's fine running the night! Get on there, ye Glenark beagles! And leave a car behind for me and mine!" A constable, shining his lantern, came clumping up the Pulpit. McKay snatched the heavy blankets and with one mighty movement swept the girl into them.
"That's true. Well, anyway, I'll be off, I expect, in a day or so." He rose; "and now I'll show you a bed " "No; I've a dog-cart tied out yonder and a chaser lying at Glenark. By Godfrey, I'm not finished with these Boche-jocks yet!" "You're going?" "You bet. I've a date to keep with a suspicious character on a trawler. Can you beat it? These vermin creep in everywhere. Yes, by Godfrey!
"Whip Isla for a yellow trout for you." "Isla?" "Not our Loch, but the quick water yonder." "You know," she said, "to a Yankee girl those moors appear rather rather lonely." "Forbidding?" "No; beautiful in their way. But I am in awe of Glenark moors." He smiled, lingering still to loop on a gossamer leader and a cast of tiny flies. "Have you " she began, and smiled nervously.
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