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But Hamish knows better than that; for the old man comes stealthily forward; and he has a great tartan plaid in his hand's; and very gently indeed he puts it over his young master. And there are tears running down Hamish's face; and he says "The brave lad! the brave lad!"
Then he fell to brooding again over Hamish's mad scheme. The fine English church of Hamish's imagination was no doubt a little stone building that a handful of sailors could carry at a rush. And of course the yacht must needs be close by; for there was no land in Hamish's mind that was out of sight of the salt-water.
"The Dubh-Artach men would recognize the Umpire at once," Macleod said, abruptly; and then he suggested to Hamish that he should get a little more way on the yacht, so that she might be a trifle steadier when Christina carried the dinner into the English lady's cabin. But indeed there was now little breeze of any kind. Hamish's fears of a dead calm was likely to prove true.
MacLeod, that Hamish's absence passed unnoticed for several days, and when it was announced that he had been smuggled out of the fort, charged with dispatches to Colonel Montgomery, no one dreamed of identifying him with the apparition in the gray gown whom the gunners had seen to issue forth and return no more.
But the facts leave no room for doubt. Hamish's own manner I have just left him leaves no room for it. He is indisputably guilty." Then Ellen's anger, her straightforwardness, broke forth. She clasped her hands in pain, and her face grew crimson. "He is not guilty, papa. I would answer for it with my own life. How dare they accuse him! how dare they asperse him? Is he not Hamish Channing?"
"Have I not told you to go below before? and will I have to throw you down into the forecastle?" The old man stood irresolute for a moment. Then he said, also in his native tongue, "You should not speak like that to me, Sir Keith: I have known you many a year." Macleod caught Hamish's hand. "I beg your pardon, Hamish. You do not know. It is a sore heart I have this night." "Oh, God help us!
But ever after that he grew to wonder what Gertrude White, if ever she could be persuaded to visit his home, would think of this thing and of that thing what flowers she would gather whether she would listen to Hamish's stories of the fairies whether she would be interested in her small countryman, Johnny Wickes, who was now in kilts, with his face and legs as brown as a berry whether the favorable heavens would send her sunlight and blue skies, and the moonlight nights reveal to her the solemn glory of the sea and the lonely islands.
It seemed materialized as it whizzed past Hamish's ear, and so long had it been since he had heard the flight of the almost discarded arrow that he did not recognize the sound till he heard a sharp exclamation of pain and saw the shaft sticking in O'Flynn's right arm, pinning it to the logs of the wolf-trap.
The stationers landed at the bend, and she was glad of her home as she took her way within the enclosure of the high stockade. She looked around at it, still leading the sleepy Fifine by one hand and only half hearing Hamish's enthusiastic sketches of the boys and girls in the settlement, with whom he had made fast friends.
She diverted with difficulty Hamish's attention from Captain Demeré's half-finished map on the table at the other end of the room, over which the boy had been poring during the entire interview, and then they took their leave. Little did any of the party realize how important the mistaken impression of the Cherokee women was to prove! The winter wore gradually away.
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