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"That's a strange thing you're telling me, Halcro. I never heard of it before. And what ship was it that was wrecked?" "The Undine." "The Undine! I've seen that name on a box at Crua Breck that father keeps his money in. But tell me all about it. Did Captain Ericson tell you about the wreck?" "No. I only heard of it a week before he was drowned.
"Ay, and Jimmie Crageen, and Ronald Ray from Kirbister, and Steenie Barrie; all o' them good honest men and weel acquainted wi' the Orkneys. What d'ye say, Halcro? Will ye join us?" "I canna say, Jack. Ye see there's the Falcon. I couldna leave Davie Flett very well; though I'll not deny I'd rather be a pilot than anything else."
"Copenhagen was the port she sailed for calling at Akureyri, in Iceland," quietly explained the dominie. "Go on, Halcro." I then described the captain's room, and told of the man I had seen lying dead in the sleeping bunk. I spoke of the diamond ring. "Have you got that ring?" asked the magistrate. "Yes," I said, feeling in my waistcoat pocket and producing it from the folds of a piece of muslin.
Jessie turned her eyes in the direction I pointed, and her cheeks were flushed with the red light that fell upon them. "Oh, Halcro!" she exclaimed, "I've forgotten to bring the butter. We must go back to the farm." "Never mind, Jessie; I'll run back for it," I said, though I would have been glad to see the captain again.
But their importance in the issue of the case will presently be seen. "Halcro Ericson!" said Bailie Duke. I rose to my feet and faced him. He tapped his snuffbox and took a large pinch, and leisurely passed the box to the dominie.
The dominie might send them to the museum folk at Edinburgh, and he would get mebbe a pickle pounds for them hardly enough for the lads to buy an auld boat wi'. I wouldna be bothered wi' the things." "What was it the old woman was saying about this stone, though, Halcro?" asked the captain.
I told him that was a man's work, not a lassie's; and at that he took up a stick, and struck me with it across the back." And here she sobbed again. I did not speak, but I felt my blood run hot in indignation against Carver Kinlay. I would have liked to thrash him. "If I were a lad like you, Halcro," she continued, "it's not long I would bide at Crua Breck. I would run away to sea.
To my surprise he said, "You may have that gun in your hand if you'll accept it." "O, but I canna think of taking it from you, captain!" I replied. "No, no, he'll shoot himself," objected my father; "and that will not be so good as if he fell ower the cliffs. What will the lad want wi' a gun?" "But I'd like to give it him, pilot. He'll soon learn how to use it properly. "Won't you, Halcro?
Captain Gordon had lighted his pipe, and when my father's anecdote was finished he said: "Now, Halcro, my lad, lay aft here and let us have another look at that magic stone of yours." And then, as I handed it to him, he proceeded to tell my father of our discovery of the treasure.
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