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Updated: June 7, 2025
There is the first gong. Thanks for the book." The young man said to himself, "Buel, my boy, you're getting on;" and he smiled as he leaned over the bulwark and looked at the rushing water. He sobered instantly as he remembered that he would have to go to his state-room and perhaps meet Hodden. It is an awkward thing to quarrel with your room-mate at the beginning of a long voyage.
She wondered if the Hodden mentioned could possibly be the author, and, with a woman's inconsistency, felt sure that she would detest the story, as if the personality of the writer had anything whatever to do with his work. She took down the parcel from the shelf and undid the string. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at the title. "Well I never!" she gasped.
He was a man who paid considerable attention to his personal appearance. As day followed day, Mr. Hodden unbent so far as to talk frequently with Miss Jessop on what might almost be called equal terms.
"And sometimes the giant is a gentleman in purple and fine linen, otherwise broadcloth; and sometimes in hodden gray, otherwise homespun or slop-shop; and sometimes he cuts the poor little chap with a silver knife, which is rhetoric, and sometimes with a wooden spoon, which is raw-hide. Am I stating it all correctly?" "All correctly."
"Mr. Hodden says, sir, that the room belongs to him." "Have you seen his ticket?" "No, sir." "Then bring it to me." "Mistakes sometimes happen, Mr. Buel," said the purser, when the steward vanished. "But as a general thing I find that people simply claim what they have no right to claim.
"I told you we carried Dutch passports, and so we do." "It amounts to the same thing. It seems I have broken Dutch neutrality to help a batch of spies. You are all under arrest." He summoned Captain Hodden to take charge of the four friends. "You will be responsible for them," Colonel Block said. The captain saluted and marched his prisoners away.
"What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden grey, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that: For a' that and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that."
"That is unpleasantly near the truth." "I knew it. See, dear." A shawl of hodden grey covered her head and shoulders, and from beneath it she produced a small basket and held it up. "The scones will be hot yet, for they went straight from the hearth into the napkin." She led the way to the quarry.
He gave me the first to-day, which I read ever so many years ago." "I thought you liked his books?" "For the first time, yes; but I don't care to read them twice." The conversation was here interrupted by Mr. Hodden himself, who sank into the vacant chair beside Miss Jessop.
The Covenanter was dressed in rough homespun hodden gray, stained heavily with the black of the peat holes in which he had been hiding, and torn here and there where the rocks had caught him as he was crawling for shelter.
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