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Tom turned and saw a tall raw-boned fellow in kilts. "Ay, Alec; wher't' baan?" "There's a wee lassie I promised to meet to-nicht," replied the other. Alec McPhail belonged to the Black Watch, a battalion of which was stationed in the town, and Tom and Alec had become friends. "What's thy lass's name?" asked Tom. "I dinna ken reightly, except that they ca' her Alice.
"He is then, rich Doggie?" "He has a fine house of his own in the country, with many servants and automobiles, and wait" he made a swift arithmetical calculation "and an income of eighty thousand francs a year." "Comment?" cried Jeanne sharply, with a little frown. Phineas McPhail was enjoying himself, basking in the sunshine of Doggie's wealth.
We, therefore, hastened to rejoin the remainder of our party, and in about three hours tune we reached the camp, cheering ourselves with the thought, as we moved along, that we should find McPhail had returned. But we were doomed to disappointment; there were no tidings of him, and sorrowfully did we set to work to dig poor Horry's grave.
It was upon Thursday evening, as we were returning to the camp after a hard day's work, that we were delighted at perceiving our comrade McPhail, whom we had given up for lost, making his way towards us, accompanied by a couple of Indians, fantastically dressed in the Spanish fashion, the costumes having been probably purchased by the sale of gold dust lower down the country.
He threw open a wing of the folding-doors, once in Georgian times separating drawing-room from withdrawing-room, and now separating living-room from bedroom, and switching on the light, invited McPhail to follow. "I think you'll find everything you want," said he. Phineas McPhail, left alone to his ablutions, again looked round, and he had more reason than ever to ask what it was all about.
McPhail and one of the ladies from the cantonment, who, happening to be visiting the agent's wife when the storm broke, found it pleasanter to remain there than go back to the log huts across that mile of blast-swept prairie.
"I am, dear Madam, "Yours very faithfully, "PHINEAS MCPHAIL." Peggy came down to breakfast, and having dutifully kissed her parents, announced her intention of going to London by the eleven o'clock train. "Why, how can you, my dear?" asked Mrs. Conover. "I've nothing particular to do here for the next few days." "But your father and I have.
"Well, I shall have to speak to the doctor," was the nurse's reply. "Will you wait here? I won't be long before I'm back." A curious feeling came into Tom's heart. He did not know very much about McPhail, but he recalled the conversations that they had had in Lancashire, and he vividly remembered the night before they had started for the Front. McPhail had been very much wrought upon then.
As old Andrew McPhail put it: "Link's there, an' he knows the bank an' books, an' just how things stand"; and so when he sold his hogs he put the whole sum -over fifteen hundred dollars into the bank. The McIlvaines and the Binghams did the same, and the bank was at once firmly established among the farmers. Only two people held out against Sanford, old Freeme Cole and Mrs.
Around them were thickly clustered a number of squaws and children and a few Indian boys, though most of the men, old or young, kept to their ponies around on the south and east sides. McPhail came out later with his household, and really was not unprepared to find his usual place, on a little raised platform, pre-empted by a score of blanketed "reds." Mac had some odd views.
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