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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.
"Far's I'm concerned I'm his meat," said McHale. "I'd have to come in, anyway, now. Sandy was a durn fool ever to hide out. I shouldn't have let him. Lucky for me I did, though." "That's sense," said the sheriff. "You boys will find I'm all right to get on with. I haven't heard you say anything, McCrae?" "I guess I don't need to say anything," said Sandy. "Casey came along with you, didn't he?
He had himself risen, and stood looking at McCrae, filled with a new thought. "There is one thing I should like to say to you which is very difficult, McCrae, but I have no doubt you see the matter as clearly as I do. In making this fight, I have no one but myself to consider. I am a single man "
"I am deeply concerned in regard to yourself as to what effect my course may have on you. And I am not you to listen to me with a view that you should see your way clear to support me McCrae, but rather that you should be fully apprised of my new belief and intentions. I owe this to you, for your loyal support in the pest. I shall go over with you, later, if you care to listen, my whole position.
"Yell not need to go on," answered McCrae, with an odd mixture of sternness and gentleness in his voice. "I'll stand and fall with ye, Mr. Hodder. Before I ever thought of the Church I learned a trade, as a boy in Scotland. I'm not a bad carpenter. And if worse comes to worse, I've an idea I can make as much with my hands as I make in the ministry."
"Shut up!" hissed young McCrae fiercely. "Keep him quiet, Tom!" "Shut up, Oscar!" growled McHale. "Don't you savvy nothing? You and me ain't in on this. Stand right still now, and don't breathe no harder than you have to. Go to it, boys!" If young McCrae had been a prowling animal before, he was now the ghost of one. Casey Dunne, behind him, endeavoured to copy his noiseless method of progress.
The following day I gave my first talk in a large shed in the town, to about 700 artillery men of the first artillery brigade. It was a unique experience, standing on a great stack of boxes of loaded ammunition beside Colonel Morrison and the medical officer Lt.-Col. McCrae, talking to the brigade drawn up at attention around us.
They were at the camp. Farwell jumped out inviting McCrae to put his team up and come to his quarters. McCrae refused. It was late; he must be getting back. "Just as you say," said Farwell. "I'm coming over to your ranch now and then, if you don't mind." "Come along," said McCrae. "Latchstring's always out. You, Jeff; you, Dinny! G'lang, boys!"
McCrae had just discovered her daughter's absence; and her husband was cursing the leg that held him helpless. Casey told them the events of the night, and Donald McCrae was proud of his daughter, and but little worried about his son. "Show me another girl would have ridden in that storm!" he exclaimed. "She's the old stock the old frontier stock!
The rest of them haven't the sand. I'll bet there isn't another man who would turn down such an offer as I've made to you. It will be each man for himself pretty soon." "You're wrong," said McCrae. "We'll stay with each other. Casey Dunne had an offer from York. He didn't take it." "Dunne is a fool!" rasped Farwell. Never guarded in speech, his instinctive hostility flared into hot words.
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