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Setting to work with his accustomed readiness, and aided by one of his ressaldars, Fatteh Khan, Khuttuk, of whose prowess on many a bloody field the story will in due course be told, Lumsden with characteristic alacrity undertook this intricate and dangerous duty.
In the city he met Andrew Lumsden, the Secretary of Prince Charles Edward, but we are not informed if the young Jacobite of five, who had prayed for the exiled family now sought any opportunity of making himself known to the object of his devotion.
The room was warm. Cherokee took off his cap, and then removed his beard and wig. "Say!" exclaimed Bobby, with a show of interest, "I know your mug, all right." "Did you ever see me before?" asked Cherokee. "I don't know; but I've seen your picture lots of times." "Where?" The boy hesitated. "On the bureau at home," he answered. "Let's have your name, if you please, buddy." "Robert Lumsden.
Auld Petey said he minded the day when Aaron Latta was a merry loon, and then Andrew McVittie said, 'God behears, to think that Aaron Latta was ever a merry man! and Baker Lumsden said, 'Curse her!" His mother shrank in her chair, but said nothing, and Tommy explained: "It was Jean Myles he was cursing; did you ken her, mother? she ruined Aaron Latta's life."
Knowing the enemy he had to deal with, and his predilection for, and skill in executing the unexpected in war, Lumsden drew in his camp, so as to make it as snug and defensible as possible, and putting out strong picquets with their supports all round, he awaited the few days' absence of the main column.
More than one followed the example of the high-spirited Miss Lumsden, who let her lover clearly understand that she would have nothing more to say to him unless he took up arms for the Prince, and doubtless more young gallants than Robert Strange joined the rebels for no better reason than their ladies' command.
Here's my address. So away I goes; got a trustworthy, promisin' young feller as I've know'd a long time to engage for Miss Eve, an' off to Lun'on, an' here I am!" "Time's up," cried the Admiral at this point, shaking hands with Fred Martin; while Bob Lumsden sprang from the side of his little friend, and there was a general move towards the boats.
"Looks like as if we'd got hold of a lump o' wreck," gasped Bob Lumsden, the smack's boy, who was also the smack's cook. "No, no, Lumpy," remarked David Duffy, who was no respecter of names or persons, "it ain't a wreck, it's a mermaid. I've bin told they weigh over six ton when young. Look out when she comes aboard she'll bite."
America was, in fact, greatly lauded and discussed, the case of "Gaarge" Lumsden being much quoted. The work at Stornham Court went on steadily, though with no greater rapidity than is usually achieved by rural labourers.
So, lads, I've got you here to ask if you're willin' to ship with me." "I'm willin', of course," cried Pat Stiver eagerly, "an so's Bob Lumpy. I'll answer for him!" There was a general laugh at this, but Bob Lumsden, who was present, chose to answer for himself, and said he was heartily willing. So said David Duffy, and so also said Joe Stubley.
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