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When he's in his usual, Mr Macalister's a verra interesting character!" he said solemnly. Then, meeting Margot's start and smile, he began to laugh again, and to shake in his happy, jelly-like fashion. "Ah ha, I know! I guessed what was in store for you, as I saw you led away. She's a good woman that; a good, kind, womanly woman. Her devotion does her credit.
Your minute is almost up ... you can watch my finger pressing on the trigger." The last coil slipped off Macalister's wrist; he was free, but with a curse he knew it to be too late. A movement of his hands from behind his back would finish the pressure of that finger, and finish him. Desperately he sought for a fighting chance.
Her little dark face was very pale, and she was struggling with a vexatious desire to cry. 'She always will insist upon doing what the rest of us do, that child, said Marjorie in an undertone to Hamish; and Hamish looked kindly at the youngest member of the band. 'She has no end of pluck, the little kid, he aid. 'We'll go to Mrs. MacAlister's shop, said Marjorie.
Someone suggested that, if the war went on, in a while they would be glad to take anyone who was qualified; but the general opinion was that it would be over in a month. Now that Roberts was there things would get all right in no time. This was Macalister's opinion too, and he had told Philip that they must watch their chance and buy just before peace was declared.
"Have you no discipline in your English army?" he demanded, and Macalister's lips silently formed the words "British Army." "Are you not taught to say 'sir' to an officer?" "Yes sir; we say 'sir' to any officer and any gentleman." "So," said the officer, an evil smile upon his thin lips. "You hint, I suppose, that I am not a gentleman? We shall see.
MacAlister's that night; and the curious thing is, that he found the order that he believed he had sent away, still in his coat pocket when he went to look. At least that's the story he tells, poor lad. 'Then, said Allan, 'how do you account for the wrong order being in the letter? Euan pondered a minute, and then said, 'Mr. Allan, there's only one explanation of it, so far as I can see.
'I'm late, as ye said, I added, rising, 'I must be off to my work at the booth. 'Ay, ay, returned my uncle, 'wark's aye best in an evil day. As soon as my work was finished for the day I hastened to call upon 'the Meenister, and, finding him at home, at once informed him of my discovery of the night, and of my uncle's satirical mention of poor Mr. Macalister's fate.
The swift thought had darted through both their minds that she would be safe to be extra naughty that morning, and in consequence would divert some of the storm of Jane Macalister's wrath from their devoted heads; but no, there she sat in her accustomed place, her hymn book open on her knee, marks of tears on her cheeks, it is true, but in all other respects she looked a provokingly model Elinor.
The officer, without hesitation, dropped on his face, his head pressed close behind the sandbag on which he had been sitting. The whole of these movements happened, of course, in the twinkling of an eye. Macalister's thoughts had been so full of his plans for the destruction of the officer that the advent of the bomb merely switched these plans in a new direction.
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