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He afterward accompanied Beard to the hospital in an automobile and returned to the dock with Beard's unfired revolver in his possession. He swore that he had seen McRae sober three times in succession!
Cyphert told McRae to put him back with the rest for he wanted the same treatment as the others and would like to be with them in order to resist the assault. In the face of this determination, which was typical of all the prisoners, the contemplated beating was never administered.
He stood outside, facing a closed door, the bit of fancy-work in his mittens. An exultant electric tingle raced through his veins. She had given him a token of friendship he would cherish all his life. For four days Whaley lay between life and death. There were hours when the vital current in him ebbed so low that McRae thought it was the beginning of the end.
The young man kneeling in the stern had something of the perfectly balanced play of muscle, and poise of lithe figure that belonged to the Indian. For in spite of his Anglo-Saxon blood, Roderick McRae was as much a product of this land of lake and forest as the Red Skin. He had almost passed her, when he looked up and saw her for the first time. He gave a start; it seemed too good to be true.
"Is he your rival?" she asked. "Isn't he?" "In business?" "How demure Miss McRae is," he commented. "Observe those long eyelashes flutter down to the soft cheeks." "In what book did you read that?" she wanted to know. "In that book of suffering known as experience," he sighed, eyes dancing. "If you're trying to tell me that you're in love with some girl "
They say he was drinking at the hotel, and became intoxicated, and that when Barclay Fetters and Tom McRae went into the hotel, he said something insulting about Graciella, and when they rebuked him for his freedom he attacked them violently, and that when finally subdued he was put to bed unconscious and disgracefully intoxicated.
The expenditure of ammunition by the troops was very great, and many thousands of rounds were discharged. On the right Colonel McRae and his Sikhs were repeatedly charged by the swordsmen, many of whom succeeded in forcing their way into the pickets and perished by the bayonet. Others reached the two guns and were cut down while attacking the gunners. All assaults were however beaten off.
"Nay, sir, he only makes the request as a personal favor," said McRae deprecatingly. "Ou, aye, aweel, that's anither thing. Though there's nae muckle of choice amang the cells, for that matter; forbye it's the four points o' the compass, nor', sou', east, and wast. The jail is square and fronts nor', and the cells range accordingly. There's nae better than the nor' corridor o' the women's ward.
It was not Jessie McRae, but a man, an Indian, the Blackfoot who had ridden out with the girl once to spoil his triumph over the red-coat Beresford. For a moment he stood, stupefied, jaw fallen and mouth open. "Whad you doin' here?" he asked at last. "No food my camp. I hunt," Onistah said. "Tha's a lie. Where's the McRae girl?" The slim Indian said nothing.
Patton are here." "See what you've brought us, Mr. McRae," Katrina was saying, as a ray of sunshine broke the twilight darkness. The mountains stood a deep and penetrable blue against a golden break behind the Balsams.
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