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"What is it?" said Hercus. "Can you not see, lad? Why, it's silver!" Now the explanation of Willie's curious discovery, as we afterwards fully learned, was this: When I took up the dead falcon, Hercus, intent upon witnessing Selta's skill at ratting, stood beside the dog as she scraped with her forefeet the shingle from the crevice through which the rat had escaped.
"'Deed I canna say what way that could be there. I'm thinking we must e'en refer it to the dominie. He kens all about these things," said Hercus; and then he turned to Kinlay, who hitherto had expressed no conjecture. "But what think you of it all, Tom?" "What do I think!" said Kinlay in a tone of indifference. "I care not what way the silver came there. What does it matter?
Tom offered no opposition at the time, but he afterwards bartered with Hercus for it, giving him in exchange two of the ingots of silver and the coat of mail which subsequently fell to his share. The sword and the coat of mail being apportioned to Hercus and Kinlay, I then gave the bronze belt to Rosson, and took for myself some pieces of armour and a fragment of a shield.
"No; it was flying after a peewit, and the dog caught it. Willie Hercus thrawed its neck." "Well, well, that's most amazing. How I wish I'd been with you. I'd rather hae caught a harrier than a hundred sea trout." "Did ye get some good fishing at the Bush, sir?" I asked, changing the subject. "Oh, ay, very good, very good; thanks to those hooks o' yours, Halcro.
Drever which was greatly in excess of our expectations, and allowed to each of us a share much larger than Tom Kinlay had received from old Isaac came as a great help not only to my mother, but also to the widow of Tom Hercus, to say nothing of Mrs.
Believing that there might be more of these buried in the sand, he went down upon his knees once more to search. He had just discovered the bar of metal when we returned. "What is it?" he said. "Why, it's silver?" We each in turn handled the little bar, and expressed our opinion regarding what Hercus supposed it to be.
"No," I said, following her across to the lee side, where the great mizzen sail shielded us from the view of others on board. "No; my mate, Willie Hercus, is looking after that. I am off duty today. I am here not as pilot; I have come out to welcome you home."
Hercus, however, would not agree to this, and he showed, truly enough, that the ingots were worth no more than their weight in metal; whereas the rings were of much greater value, on account of being curious specimens of ancient art. He therefore asked me to take a few of the coins in order to make a fair division.
Now was our weariness changed to eager desire, and we at once prepared for some good sport. Leaving our dead falcon on a slab of rock, we quietly distributed ourselves. Willie Hercus approached the seals under cover of a large boulder.
"We've got time to get to the other side long before the water's up. Besides, I'm hungry. I'm going home." "Tut, didn't we wait for you while you skinned your seal? Let's go back," I urged. "Maybe Hercus is hurt." "Come away back, Tom," added Rosson. So we all returned to where Willie Hercus still remained, and wondered what he could mean by calling us back.
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