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He did not advance, but took a steady, deadly aim, and was on the point of pulling the trigger when the glasses dropped off. MacRummle was wonderfully patient. He said nothing. He merely replaced his glasses and looked. The rabbit was gone. Several surrounding rabbits saw it go, but did not follow its example. They evidently felt themselves safe.
MacRummle, during the same period, spent much time in his study, writing for publication an elaborate treatise on fishing, with a few notes on shooting, in the Western Isles. He was encouraged in this work by a maiden sister who worshipped him, and by the presence of an enormous stuffed eagle in a corner of his study.
"Have they given you a good place?" asked Jackman of MacRummle, taking no notice of his man's remarks. "They've given me the worst," said the old man, simply; "and I cannot blame them, for, as the keeper truly remarked, I can do nothing with the gun," still less with the rifle, he might have added!
I know the place well, having often passed it in fishing excursions up the burns. Besides, I never used a repeating rifle in my life. I couldn't manage it, even if I were to try." "Mr MacRummle, are you not a Highlander?" "I believe I am!" replied the old man, drawing himself up with a smile. "And is not that equivalent to saying that you are a man of your word?"
I'll stop beside him for fear his heed slips in again." Donald went off like a shot. Junkie went a few steps with him, intending to fetch another divit. Looking back, he saw what made him sink into the heather, and give a low whistle. Donald heard it, stopped, and also hid himself, for MacRummle was seen trying to rise.
Before he could free it, the voice of MacRummle was heard in sighs and gasps of mild exasperation as he scrambled up the bank to disentangle his line. There was no time for consideration. Junkie dropped his cap, and, rolling behind a mass of rock, squeezed himself into a crevice which was pretty well covered with pendent bracken.
On reaching the spot where Jackman was stationed, old MacRummle explained to him the various arrangements that had just been made for the comfort of all. "I am sorry they gave me the best place," said Jackman.
"I always bring with me more than I can eat, Tonal', so you're welcome to the half. `Fair play, as daddy says, although he sometimes keeps the fairest play to himself;" with which dutiful remark the urchin proceeded to divide the viands very justly. It did not take long to consume the whole. But MacRummle was quicker even than they, possibly because he had enticing work still before him.
"However, have your way. Now, gentlemen, we must place ourselves quickly, for the beaters will soon be entering the wood. I will take you, Mr Mabberly, to a spot beyond the pass where you will be pretty sure of a shot. And MacRummle where shall we place him?" "He can do nothing wi' the gun at a', sir," muttered the keeper, in a low voice, so that he might not be overheard.
I was used to attend on 'im in the jungles to carry his spare guns, for it's ellyphints, no less, that we was used to bag out there; but I make no question he can amuse himsilf wid deer an' things like that where there's nothin' better. He was always aisy to plaze, like Mr MacRummle."
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