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It was a dear scoff to Jock Matheson, when he called old Moll the uncannie carline of Blawhooly: his boat ran round and round in the centre of the Solway, everybody said it was enchanted, and down it went head foremost: and had nae Jock been a swimmer equal to a sheldrake, he would have fed the fish; but I'll warrant it sobered the lad's speech; and he never reckoned himself safe till he made auld Moll the present of a new kirtle and a stone of cheese."
Sir Francis puffed out a cloud of cigar-smoke with an air of reflected glory. He had helped to capture Matheson as a son-in-law, and a compliment of this kind was therefore an indirect compliment to himself. The capture of Matheson was, in fact, the most notable achievement of his career.
'I saw that God loves me! says Duncan Matheson. 'I thought that "whosoever" meant "me" says Weaver. 'I saw that "whosoever" meant "me," says Matheson. 'The happiness I then enjoyed I cannot describe, says our English coal-miner. 'I could not contain myself for gladness, says our Scottish stonemason. We may dismiss the evangelists with that, and turn to the missionaries.
He offered her a chair again, and seated himself so as to command them both. Matheson, who remained standing, waved his hand towards the shipowner. "Let him speak first." "I'm not anxious to," countered Larssen. "Fire away with your own version." "I hate all this mystery!" snapped Olive irritably. "Mr Larssen, you tell me what it all means." "Very well. This is Mr John Rivière." "Rivière?"
Then there was McNish. McNish was a sore puzzle to him. He had come to regard the Scotchman with a feeling of sincere friendliness. He remembered gratefully his ready and efficient help against the attacks of the radical element among his fellow workmen. On several occasions he, with the Reverend Murdo Matheson, had foregathered in the McNish home to discuss economic problems over a quiet pipe.
Next day, accordingly, Vincent started with Dinah and Dan for Richmond. Two months afterward he saw in the paper that Jane Matheson had been sentenced to imprisonment for life, the man to fourteen years. The news of the fight between the sheriff's posse and the band at Lynch's Creek was telegraphed to the Richmond papers by their local agent upon the day after it occurred.
Presently Matheson stirred in his chair. "Ring!" said he firmly. The fight had begun again. Larssen pressed the bell without a moment's hesitation. His bluff had to be carried through with absolute decisiveness. He could not gauge how far his threat of the divorce court had intimidated Matheson. Beyond that, he was not at all sure that Olive would side with him in the matter.
She was unstable, unreliable. But on the outside no trace of his doubts appeared. He was perfectly cool, entirely master of himself. As he waited for Sylvester to fetch Mrs Matheson, he took out a pocket-knife and began to trim his nails lightly. Olive's appearance as she entered the throne-room was greatly changed from that of the evening before. The transient effect of the drug had worn off.
"The issue is not yet underwritten." It was a sheer guess, but in Larssen's face Matheson could read that his guess was correct. "Well?" snapped Larssen. "Either you or I will tell the underwriters that the scheme goes no further until a month from date until May 3rd. Which is it to be you or I?" Sylvester came in rapidly.
Matheson & Co., the owners of about 7,000 acres of coffee in Coorg, kept for some years in their employ an analytical chemist, whose time was devoted to the analysis of soil, and the making of experiments on their estates, with the view of ascertaining what was best adapted for maintaining and improving their fertility.
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