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"And you went to sea years ago," I cried at him, "just before the fair on the green. You are Angus McKinnon, and Ronald, your father, will be the proud man." "Yea, I was thinking you would be kennin' me soon," said he, laughing; "and my father was telling me you would be walking here on a Sunday.
From the prisoner we got the news of the camp. "How are the folks at home?" we asked him. "Ninety of the worst ones since you two fellows and Bromley left were taken to another camp, and when they were moving them McKinnon and another fellow beat it but we're afraid they were caught." "Why?" we asked him. "They catch them all; nobody gets out of Germany alive." "You talk like a guard!" Ted said.
Of the five, the three first mentioned died where they took the infection. McKinnon and I managed to get back; we reached Mac Mac on the same day, as it happened, traveling by different paths. Poor McKinnon, who was of robust, powerful physique, died about a month afterwards. I, whose build was extremely light, had a comparatively mild attack, but I felt its effect for years.
"Back on the boats," cried Ronald McKinnon, for well he kent McNeilage would make sail for only one thing, and that was the Government ship; and the sailors drew off quickly with their wounded. The excisemen stood reloading the flintlocks, and Gilchrist, in a flutter of fear, gave no orders until the skiffs were offshore and rowing hard for the Gull, waiting with her sails all aback.
"Heard the McKinnon people had a man killed up in their woods yesterday, Colonel," Poundstone remarked, hoping against hope to divert the conversation. "Yes. The fellow's own fault," Pennington replied.
I mean McKinnon, poor Al McKinnon! What a flood of affectionate recollections his name brings back. Kind-hearted, full of fun, manly, honest, and straightforward to the last degree, he was one whose memory will always be green in the hearts of those who knew him well. In picking up low thrown balls which strike the ground in front of the baseman, some become much more expert than others.
We had crawled maybe fifty yards, when McKinnon turned his face to me, and the blood was drying on his cheeks and brow where the whins had marked him. "Stop," his lips only moved; and I stopped and turned to Dan, for he still had the rear-guard.
At the screich o' day we came from Glen Chalmadale into the thatched village of Loch Ranza. At a house some way back from the others McKinnon stopped us.
"I would be going to the sea," said Bryde, "like Angus McKinnon the tall ships and the strange countries, the white sails in the moonlight, and the black cannon and the cutlasses," said he, and then with a sort of shame, "and all that," but his eyes were full of longing and his cheek flushed. "Ah oui," cried Helen, "I am seeing all that, M'sieu."
"Sing tae me, dog sing," and the man threw his head up, and there came the long greeting howl of a dog baying the moon, and dog and man howled in unison, with swaying bodies and heads thrown upwards. "God, but the open hill's a bonny place," said McKinnon, and a shiver went over him. In this terrible place we lay the night a great gloomy forbidding place in the belly of the hill.
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