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"Thank God, I'm in time. Who found out this? Haystoun? Good man, Lewis! I wonder who has been firing out there. They can't have been stopped? It's getting devilish late for them anyhow, and I believe there's a little hope. It would be too risky to leave this pass, but I vote we send a scout." A man was chosen and dispatched. Two hours later he returned to the mystified watchers at Nazri.
I respect your character and I admire your principles, and I give you my heartiest good wishes." Mr. Stocks rose and held out his hand. He felt that the interview could not be prolonged in the present fervour of gratitude. "Had it been that young Haystoun now," said Mr. Wishart, "I should never have given my consent. I resolved long ago that my daughter should never marry an idle man.
"Bad. I oughtn't to be here, but Andy insisted. He said I would only get worse and crock entirely. Things look a bit wild up there just now. There has been a confounded lot of rifle-stealing, and the Bada-Mawidi are troublesome. However, I hope it's only their fun." "I hope so," said Thwaite. "You know Haystoun, don't you?" "Glad to meet you," said the man. "Heard of you. Coming up our way?
It may be true that the last subject of which a man tires is himself, but Lewis Haystoun in this matter must have been distinct from the common run of men. Alice had given him excellent opportunities for egotism, but the blind young man had not taken them.
"Who is this Lewis the well-beloved?" said Mr. Stocks. "I was talking about a very different person Lewis Haystoun, the author of a foolish book on Kashmir." "Don't you like it?" said Lord Manorwater, pleasantly. "Well, it's the same man. He is my nephew, Lewie Haystoun. He lives at Etterick, four miles up the glen. You will see him over here to-morrow or the day after." Mr.
He is a great traveller, you know, and has written a famous book. Lewis Haystoun is his full name." "Why, I have read it," cried Alice. "You mean the book about Kashmir. But I thought the author was an old man." "Lewie is not very old," said his aunt; "but I haven't seen him for years, so he may be decrepit by this time. He is coming home soon, he says, but he never writes.
Haystoun at the Embassy in Paris within a week for the discussion of a particular question. The next evening Wratislaw drove in a hired dogcart up Glenavelin from Gledsmuir just as a stormy autumn twilight was setting in over the bare fields. A wild back-end had followed on the tracks of a marvellous summer.
"Wis Mister Winterham aware that Mister Haystoun had contradicted himself on two occasions lately, as he would proceed to show?" George heard him patiently, said that now he was aware of the fact, but couldn't for the life of him see what the deuce it mattered.
"Did you ever happen to be in such a crisis as you speak of, Mr. Haystoun? You have travelled a great deal." "I have never had occasion to put a man to death," said Lewis, seeing the snare and scorning to avoid it. "But you have had difficulties?" "Once I had to flog a couple of men. It was not pleasant, and worst of all it did no good." "Irrational violence seldom does," grunted Mr. Wishart.
He always respected honesty, so he forbore to be irritated with this assured speaker. But Alice interfered to prevent jarring. "I read your book, Mr. Haystoun. What a time you must have had! You say that north of Bardur or some place like that there are two hundred miles of utterly unknown land till you come to Russian territory. I should have thought that land important.
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