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"Hello, Halcro, my lad!" he exclaimed, as cheerily as though he had not seen me for weeks. "Good evening!" said my sailor companion to the dominie. "I see you have some fine trout there." "Yes," said Andrew, when he had returned the greeting. "They're not so bad, and I've had some fine sport with them. Are you coming from Kirkwall?" "No," replied the sailor.
He'll be sorely missed in the countryside. But tell me, Mr. Duke, what for d'ye say that young Ericson has anything to do wi' it?" "Because," the magistrate replied, "simply because the gun that the man was shot with was found near the spot where he died. That gun, captain, is identified as Halcro Ericson's." "But surely ye canna convict the lad on such slight evidence, sir.
And then she made up a bed upon the hay, wi' a good warm plaid to wrap mysel' in. 'See there, now, Colin, says she. 'Rest ye here, and I'll let ye out before my father rises i' the mornin'. Now wasna that kindness for ye, Halcro?" "Ay, Colin, that was just like wee Thora." Whilst Colin was telling me these things I was busy trying to kindle the fire; but try as I would, it could not be done.
Then I felt a hand laid gently on my breast and a shadow crossed between me and the sun. "He is waking!" said a voice that sounded as sweet as the song of the skylark to my ears: "Halcro! Halcro!" A soft hand raised my head, and then I saw, looking down into my eyes, a beautiful face, framed in a mass of waving hair that the sunlight had turned into brightest gold. It was the face of Thora Kinlay.
As for myself, I may say that it was a foregone conclusion with me that I should take to the piloting. "Has Paterson got a boat yet, Halcro?" asked the skipper. "No, that is his one difficulty. He wants the money. I wish I could only get some money from somewhere."
"Well, I canna tell ye the ins and outs o' it all, but my father had some secret about Carver, and Carver was aye afraid o' him. You see, Thora, folks say that when a man saves another from the sea, there's sure to be a quarrel between them. And my father saved Carver Kinlay not, perhaps, from the sea, but he saved his life." "How was that, Halcro?" "It was when you were a bairn, Thora.
Paterson stepped up to the table, twirling his sou'wester round and round by the brim between his two big hands. "Weel, ye see, Mr. Duke," began Jack falteringly, "I was lying in my bed on Friday night when young Halcro Ericson knocked at the door and telt me that Thora Kinlay was out in the storm and couldna be found. So I cam' along to Stromness "
I told her that it had belonged to my father's mother, and then for the first time since I came to Shetland I recollected that the name in it was spelt in the same way as that of my host. "I must ask my father about this!" she exclaimed. "He had an uncle called Angus, after whom he was named, and who married a Margaret Halcro.
Here, you, Halcro Ericson, finish the Now, where's that lad? Has he not come to the school yet?" "No, sir," replied two or three voices. Now that the schoolmaster's attention had been so drawn to my absence, I felt more than ever reluctant to enter. "Where is he? Does anyone know?" asked Mr. Drever. "Dinna ken, sir," was the weak response.
When we reached the Bridge of Waithe and turned westward, I asked my companion to slacken pace, for I had seen on the white road in advance of us two figures that were familiar to me. "Who are they, Halcro?" Mr. Gordon inquired; "two of your school friends, eh?" "Yes," I replied.
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