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Updated: June 22, 2025
But nearer at hand, beside the bank of the river where the bulk of the dam reared itself, a solitary light gleamed. "That's the watchman," McCrae whispered. "We're in luck, boys. He's on this side." "Say, Ay sneak up on dat faller," Oscar proposed. "Ay mek von yump so! and Ay gat him in de neck." He uttered a horrible sound, suggestive of death by strangulation.
They liked and trusted him on a tacit condition. There was a boundary he might not cross. And the existence of that boundary did not seem to trouble McCrae. One night as he stood with his assistant in the hall after the men had gone, Hodder could contain himself no longer. "Look here, McCrae," he broke out, "these men never come to church or only a very few of them."
And he was struck suddenly by the significance of the fact, often remarked, that McCrae in his brief and common-sense and by no means enlivening sermons had never once referred in any way to doctrine or dogma!
Do we have to help ourselves?" "It may come to that," Casey replied. "Yes, it's pretty nearly come to that, McCrae. I saw a lawyer one of the best in the business. He says the odds are against us. They will appeal and appeal carry it up to the highest court. Meanwhile our land will be dry likely. We're out on a limb. If we hang on they shoot, and if we drop off they skin us."
Ye've got the whole thing in ye're eye, and I only had a part of it. It's because ye're the bigger man of the two." "You thought I'd come to it?" demanded Hodder, as though the full force of this insight had just struck him. "Well," said McCrae, "I hoped. It seemed, to look at ye, ye'r true nature what was by rights inside of ye. That's the best explaining I can do.
"This Farwell is a slap-up man, and they'd never waste him on this little job without some good reason. I'm told he's bad medicine. Unpleasant devil, he seems. I wonder if they've got wise at all? If they have it will be mighty interesting for us." "I'll chance it," said McCrae. "Anyway, we'll all be in it." "That's a comforting thought," said Dunne.
And there, in the low cases along the walls, were the rows of his precious books, his one hobby and extravagance. He had grown to love the room. Would he ever come back to it? A step sounded in the hall, a knock, and the well-known gaunt form and spectacled face of McCrae appeared in the doorway. "Ye wished to see me?" he asked. "McCrae," said the rector, "I am going off for a while."
"Ye're going to preach all this?" McCrae demanded, almost fiercely. "Yes," Hodder replied, still uncertain as to his assistant's attitude, "and more. I have fully reflected, and I am willing to accept all the consequences.
This attitude, as Hodder analyzed it from the expressions he occasionally surprised on his assistant's face, was one of tolerance and experience, contemplating, with a faint amusement and a certain regret, the wasteful expenditure of youthful vitality. Yet it involved more. McCrae looked as if he knew knew many things that he deemed it necessary for the new rector to find out by experience.
This order, however, was not the result of accident, but of calculation. The buckboard held Oscar and the elder McCrae. Also it contained a quantity of dynamite. Naturally, it was drawn, not by McCrae's eager road team, but by a pair of less ambition.
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