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Updated: June 16, 2025
"These fellows are not going to come up to the scratch," said Ned M'Gill to the other honourable gent as they passed the Clydesdale Cricket Ground a few minutes to four o'clock on that memorable morning. Ned, however, was wrong. Through the grey dawn a muffled figure was observed crossing the Pollokshields Athletic Club's Park, and making direct for the old castle.
Sanderson and I lost our ponies pretty nearly had a bad accident, Sam," and she went on to give the foreman of the ranch the particulars. "I thought something was wrong. I got that little grey hawse of Bill Edwards'. He just come in," said Sam. "Ratty M'Gill was running those steers," Frances told him. "I must report him to daddy. He's been warned before. I think Ratty's got some whiskey."
Wilson at one time began, as I thought, to hesitate; but the evidence was so strong against M'Gill that at length his solemn asseverations of innocence only proved an aggravation of his crime. There was not one in the school who had ever been known to draw a figure but himself, and on him fell the whole weight of the tyrant's vengeance.
But Ratty M'Gill was not so much intoxicated that he could be easily coaxed to divulge any secret. He shook his head, still grinning. "Heard 'em say you were going to Amarillo, before I went to Jackleg," he drawled. "Mighty lonesome journey for a gal to take." "Mack is with me," said Frances, shortly. "I am not lonely." "Whew! I bet that hurt me," chuckled Ratty M'Gill.
I waited the discovery of this treasure with great impatience; but the book, chancing to be one that M'Gill was not using, I saw it might be long enough before I enjoyed the consummation of my grand scheme: therefore, with all the ingenuity I was master of, I brought it before our dominie's eye. But never shall I forget the rage that gleamed in the tyrant's phiz!
And a real cattleman's saddle weighs a good bit! Ratty flung down the leather with a grunt, and dropped on the ground beside the fire. "What's the matter with you?" growled the man, Pete. "Been pulling leather?" "There ain't no hawse bawn can make me git off if I don't want," returned Ratty M'Gill, sharply. "I got canned." "Fired?" "Yep. And by that snip of a gal," and he said it viciously.
M'Gill, one of the clergymen of Ayr, and his heretical book. God help him, poor man! Though he is one of the worthiest, as well as one of the ablest of the whole priesthood of the Kirk of Scotland, in every sense of that ambiguous term, yet the poor Doctor and his numerous family are in imminent danger of being thrown out to the mercy of the winter-winds.
How came you and your friends to be riding this way?" returned the range girl. She saw the red coat of the girl from Boston in the party passing the slowly moving wagon, and she was not at all sure that she was glad to see Pratt, after all! But the young man had seen something suspicious in the manner in which Ratty M'Gill had been following Frances.
He also left soothing medicine to be given to the patient if he again became delirious. Frances was so much occupied with her father all that day that she could do nothing about Ratty M'Gill. She had noticed, however, that the Mexican boy, José Reposa, had driven the doctor to the ranch and that he took him back to the train again.
If I could be of any service to Dr. M'Gill, I would do it, though it should be at a much greater expense than irritating a few bigoted priests, but I am afraid serving him in his present embarras is a task too hard for me. I have enemies enow, God knows, though I do not wantonly add to the number.
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