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He'll give you I don't know's he won't give you five dollars." "Ten," cried Bartlett. "And I'll never forget it, either. Will you, Is?" A mighty "No!" was trembling on Issy's tongue. But before it was uttered Burns spoke again. "McKay's got the best boat in these parts," he urged. "She's got a tiptop engine in her, and "
He was silent so long that Miss Erith finally looked up questioningly. McKay's face had become white and stern, and in his fixed gaze there was something dreadful. "Please," she faltered, "go on." He looked at her absently; the colour came back to his face; he shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, yes. What was I saying? Yes about that vast ledge up there under the mountains... I stayed there three days.
The picnickers were getting up from the crushed heather; Macniff with his banjo came toward them on his incredibly thick legs, blocking their path. "Say, sport," he began, "won't you and the lady join us?" But McKay cut him short: "Do you know you are impudent?" he said very quietly. "Step out of the way there." "The hell you say!" and McKay's patience ended at the same instant.
After a moment he rose to his feet, still looking intently skyward. The eagle was sailing very low now. The words shot out of McKay's lips. The girl sat upright, electrified. And now the sun struck full across the great bird as he sheered the tree-tops above. "Could could it be that dead man's eagle?" said the girl. "Oh, could it be Manitou? COULD it, Kay?"
It was Nada's cry, a cry wild and sobbing and filled with gladness, that told him the truth, and with the precious paper clutched in her hand she smothered her face against McKay's breast, while Breault came up grinning behind them, and Jolly Roger heard the click of his key in the handcuffs. "I am also loaded down with a number of foolish messages for you," he said, attending to the fire again.
He looked terribly frightened when brought to McKay's tent, stooping his shoulders and hanging his head in the cowering, deprecating attitude of one who expects, but would not dare to ward off, a blow. He was tongue-tied, for he made no attempt to speak, but merely thrust forward one hand, making a deep obeisance with the other.
There was a light in the cabin, but Nada's window was dark. Peter crouched down under the warning pressure of McKay's hand. "I'll go on alone," he said. "You stay here." It seemed a long time that he waited in the darkness. He could not hear the low tap, tap, tap of his master's fingers against the glass of Nada's darkened window.
And McKay's face was like Father John's, filled with a strange and wonderful radiance when he looked up. But with that light of happiness was also the fiercer underglow of a great determination.
McKay, who had now put on the greggo and sheepskin cap, did as he was asked, and the two crept forward together, having left the horse tethered to a bush, the guide explaining by signs that they would presently come back to it. A little farther and he placed his hand upon McKay's arms, with a motion to halt.
Take every care of her until I can return. It will not be long, I trust, before this war is ended, and then I will make her my wife." McKay's last words were overheard by a man who at this moment entered the shop. It was Benito, who advanced with flaming face and fierce, angry eyes towards the group at the counter. "What is this and your promise to me?
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