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Lagg?." "That lantern to you Will cost just two!" "I'll take it," said Betty, promptly. "Dollars not cents," said the storekeeper, quickly. "I couldn't make a dollar rhyme in there, somehow or other," he added. "You might say," spoke Will, "''Twill cost you two dollar, but don't make a holler." "That isn't my style. My poetry is always correct," said Mr. Lagg, somewhat stiffly.
The lantern was wrapped up and the young people got ready to go down to the boat. "Say, Mr. Lagg," asked Will, lingering a bit behind the others, "just how much is there in this ghost story, anyhow?" "Just what I told you," was the answer. "There is something queer on that island." "Then the girls will find out what it is!" declared Will, with conviction.
"Come on back to the village whenever you like, and order what you wish. Or we can go on to the store of the poetical Mr. Lagg if you prefer." "It's too far," protested Grace, who, with Amy, had come up now. "Besides he doesn't serve hot chocolate." "Then thou shalt have thy hot chocolate, sister mine!" cried Will, rubbing her ears. "Oh, stop it!" she begged. "You hurt dreadfully, Will!"
"Your cows must find another herdsman," sternly returned Lagg, who immediately delivered the fatal shot. The bleeding body struggled a moment on the heath, then the ransomed spirit took its flight to brighter realms. The Bible won the young, as well as the more matured.
"Not not lately!" answered Betty, truthfully. "The ghost! The ghost! with clanking chains, It comes out only when it rains!" Thus Amy anticipated Mr. Lagg. "Very good very good!" he commended. "I must write that down. Hank Lefferton was over setting eel pots on the island last night, and he said he seen it." "The ghost?" faltered Betty. "Yep. Chains and all."
Captain Lagg, with a company of horsemen, was dashing across that field, when their eyes fell upon the lonely herdsman. They galloped to the spot where he sat in solemn composure. "What book is that you are reading?" Lagg gruffly asked. "It is the Bible, Sir," meekly replied M'Roy, looking up into the face of the rough soldier, who held his weapon ready for action. The confession sealed his death.
"You are getting as bad as Grace," and she looked at her chum meaningly. Will skillfully laid the Gem alongside the dock and soon the little party of young people were trooping up to the store, which was near the river front. "Ah, good day to you all good day, ladies and gentlemen, every one, and the little shaver too!" cried Mr. Lagg, with a bow as they entered his shop.
Then, having finished that, he fixed his big eyes on Mr. Lagg, and demanded: "Oo dot any tandy?" "Candy!" cried the eccentric store keeper. "Ha, I have a couplet about that. "If you would feel both fine and dandy, Just buy a pound of Lagg's best candy!" "That is irresistible!" exclaimed Will. "Trot out a pound of the most select." "With pleasure," said Mr. Lagg.
Their judges, of whom Grierson, Laird of Lagg, was one, indicted this young girl and the old woman with the ridiculous charge of rebellion, of having been at the battles of Bothwell Bridge and Airsmoss and present at twenty conventicles, as well as with refusing to swear the abjuration oath!
"Man, I am glad to see ye. What brings ye here?" McCubine explained that he and his friend Gordon, with four comrades, were hiding in the Moss to avoid a party of dragoons who were pursuing them. "Grierson of Lagg is with them, and Captain Bruce is in command," he said, "so we may expect no mercy if they catch us.
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