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He disappeared before Jackman had followed more than a few yards. After a few moments of uncertainty, the latter made straight for old Molly Donaldson's cottage, thinking it possible that her unhappy son might go there. On the way he had to pass the keeper's own cottage, and was surprised to see a light in it and the door wide open.
But Jackman came triumphantly out of it all. The salmon shot into the pool below the rapid, and turned into the eddy to rest. The fisher, at the same moment, bounded on to a strip of sand there minus only hat and wind and proceeded to reel in the line for the next burst.
Joel Jackman was built upon too nervous lines for that; and just as soon as he had seen the last of Jack through the broken window he started up after his leader. Some of the other fellows called to him to come back, but Joel knew what he was about, and gave no heed to their cries. Jack might need help, he argued with himself, and in that case his arm would come in handy.
I am particularly sorry for his poor old mother, who has suffered a great deal, both mentally and physically, on his account." "Ay, that's the warst o' it," said the skipper. "It wass the sicht o' the poor wumin ailin' in body an' broken heartit that first set me at Ivor." "But how comes it, Captain, that you plead so earnestly for total abstinence?" asked Jackman with a smile.
"Well, this is the last chance we'll have to practice our secret signal codes before we run foul of Harmony in the big game tomorrow!" said Joel Jackman, on Wednesday afternoon, as he and several other of the team arrived at the same isolated field, where we saw them working under the direction of old Joe Hooker on that previous occasion when Jack and Joel discovered the presence of spies, who later on turned out to be three little maids from school, deeply interested in the doings of the boys, and watching the play through a pair of opera glasses.
An interesting child, and so well-mannered, too," remarked Jackman. "Humph! Nae doot she is. They do say that it's because my brither has gotten an English wife. But for my pairt, oor weemen seem to me to be as weel mainered as the weemen sooth o' the Tweed." "Quite as well, I doubt not; though I have not seen much of your countrywomen, Ian.
Presently a shrill sound, very faint but prolonged, was heard, showing that she was blowing her steam-whistle as a precaution. "Strange, is it not, that the very thing we have been talking about should happen?" said Mabberly. "Nay," returned Jackman, lightly, "we were talking about being run down, and we have not yet come to that."
"You'll git a good chance at the stag whin he tops the hillock forenent you, sor," remarked the somewhat garrulous Irishman. "I won't fire at the stag, Quin," returned Jackman, quietly. "You and I have surely killed enough of bigger game abroad.
"Well, I confess," resumed Jackman, "that I was a little excited. However, the Bulrampore men echoed Quin's advice in eagerly expressed Hindustani. The mahowt took it, slipped to the ground, and ran for his life! Fortunately the excited Mowla either did not perceive or did not care. He rose up and recommenced his work of destruction.
I'm afraid we will hev to dismiss the congregation." At this point, to the laird's relief and no little surprise, Jackman leaned forward, and said in a low voice, "If you have no objection, I will undertake to conduct the service." The elder gave the laird a look which, if it had been translated into words, would probably have conveyed the idea "Is he orthodox?"
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