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His first idea was that he had lost the trail and was nearing the woodman Mackinnon's cabin. But a more careful scrutiny revealed to him that it was really the wood, and the light was a camp-fire. It was a rough night for camping out, but they were probably some belated prospectors.
Lorne's apprehension of the situation was instant, and his face fell, but the depression plainly covered such splendid spirits that his brother asked resentfully, "Well, what's the matter with YOU?" "Matter? Oh, not much. I'm going to see the Cayugas beat the Wanderers, that's all; an' Abe Mackinnon's mother said he could ask me to come back to tea with them. Can I, Mother?"
He had absolute confidence in Mackinnon's faithfulness and loyalty, but he feared that his warm-hearted feelings might lead him into indiscretions which would betray the Prince; and in spite of all warnings Mackinnon could not restrain his tears when he saw his Prince under his roof in such a wretched plight.
Branches of willow were stuck in all round and inside the boat, which most effectually concealed her, so much so, that when Lieutenant Baker arrived the next night at the spot, he was observed standing up in the stern-sheets of the gig, looking wistfully towards the sandy beach, without seeing anything of the boat, though the starboard bow-oar of his gig splashed the water in Lieutenant Mackinnon's face.
He had ridden on the shoulders of his bust into a prominent place in our circle, and there encountered much feminine admiration from Mrs. General Talboys and others. Some eighteen or twenty of us used to meet every Sunday evening in Mrs. Mackinnon's drawing-room.
Malcolm MacLeod had a sister married to a Mackinnon, an honest, warm-hearted follow who had followed his chief and served as captain in the Prince's army. To his house they directed their steps; Mackinnon himself was away, but his wife received her brother and his friend with the utmost kindness. Mackinnon's little child.
Do you know Mackinnon's cave in Mull, opposite Iona? 'Yes, drive on! said Merton, much interested. 'Well, inside it was pitched an empty corrugated iron house, quite new, and another, on the further side, outside the cave. 'I picked up this in the interior of the cave, said Lady Bude. 'This' was a golden hair-pin of peculiar make. 'That's the kind of hair-pin she wears, said Lady Bude.
Smith: good luck. I sincerely hope you'll find your friends safe and sound. Give my kind regards to Lieutenant Underhill." Smith left the Residency with Mr. Martin, who led him to the Chinese quarter of the town, a dark assemblage of small huts, pig-sties, and poultry runs. "I don't know where Mackinnon's boy lives," said Mr. Martin. "We shall have to hunt him up."
It was settled that no detailed excuses should be made. It should be left to her to consider whether the deed which had been done might have been occasioned by wine or by the folly of a moment, or by her own indiscreet enthusiasm. No one but the two were present when the message was given, and therefore we were obliged to trust to Mackinnon's accuracy for an account of it.
At any rate with that noble impartiality which distinguishes the utterances of The Planet." "Steady, man. He never told ye that!" said Mackinnon. "I didn't say he told me, I said he informed me." "And whar's the differ'nce? I don't see it at all." "Trepan him, trepan him." Stables took out his penknife and indicated by dumb show a surgical operation on Mackinnon's dome-like head.
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