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"Well, man, that's surely nothing to look so gloomy about, is it?" "No, lad; and I wouldna trouble sae muckle if I could see my way clear to takin' the offer. But, ye see, Halcro, I canna do the piloting without a boat." "I see, I see. Ay, Jack, but that's a pity, man. And ye canna get the money towards buying the St. Magnus?" "No; the St.
How dare ye touch a feather o' my Peter's wing?" "Dinna kill the cat, sir," I interposed, reminding him that I was there to take the animal aboard the Lydia. "Man, Halcro," said Andrew, sobering down, "I wish you had taken him away yestreen. But come, let us catch the brute and away with him, for he shall not bide in this house another hour." While Mr.
In about a quarter of an hour one of them came to say that the cat could not be found. "Very well, then, I can't keep the lad here any longer. We must send the cat ashore with the pilot." Then the captain turned to me. "Goodbye, Halcro, my lad!" he said; "perhaps we'll be back in Orkney on our homeward voyage. Maybe you'll be a pilot yourself by that time, and bring us into port. Goodbye!"
"There has never come a ship from Denmark but I have boarded her, hoping to see you." "Well, you see me at last, and am I altered?" "You are only more beautiful, Thora, more womanly. And so you are coming back to Pomona to visit us again?" "No, not to visit you, Halcro. I am homeward bound this time. I am never going to leave old Orkney again.
It was Colin Lothian and my uncle Mansie that told it me. Auld Colin kens all about it, and more than he told to me." "Colin is a good old man, Halcro. When next I see him I will ask him to tell me what it was that he kept from you. Colin would keep nothing from me, I believe." "Maybe not. But listen, and I will give you the story as I heard it."
Grace was finally prevailed upon much to the satisfaction of the dominie to give up her cat; and it was arranged that I should take Baudrons out to the ship before school time on the following morning. I was preparing to leave with Jessie and Captain Gordon, when Mrs. Drever called me to her near the fire. "Come here, Halcro, laddie.
"You great brute, Tom Kinlay!" exclaimed Jessie indignantly; "if Halcro had been here you would not have done this cruel thing." "Well," said Tom, "what for did the sheep go into our field, eating up all the clover? Halcro should have been minding them. It serves you right that the sheep have gone over the bank." This, and more that I know not of, was said between them.
"But I'm thinking the sheep must be sold at Martinmas, or we'll not have much of a living for winter." "Then, if you sell the sheep, Halcro will need to go to the fishing," said Jessie. "He'll need to get work somewhere. The lad canna aye be idle; and there's nothing but the fishing for him, I doubt, if he doesna gang to the piloting with Carver Kinlay." "No, not that," I said.
"At ten o'clock tomorrow morning," said Mr. Drever. "You see, Halcro, they're not to put you on your trial in any formal way. That could only take place at Kirkwall, or before the procurator fiscal. But the roads are all blocked wi' snow, and there's no getting to Kirkwall just now. Even the St. Magnus smugglers, and another gang that Mr.
And now that door was reopened, and my dear school friend Thora came in. It was the first time I had seen her since her illness. She seemed taller and more stately, and I mutely marvelled at the delicate beauty of her fair face and at the brightness of her deep-blue eyes. Our eyes met, and we simply pronounced each other's name. "Halcro!" said she; "Thora!" said I.
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