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Now and then he peered questioningly forward, but his gaze was defeated by the fog. At intervals Perry sent a groaning wail from the fog-horn. Presently Steve heard the boys talking on the bow and in a moment Neil's voice hailed him: "Surf off to starboard, Steve! Not very near, though." The others listened, but there was just enough noise from the engine to drown the sound heard by the lookouts.
"All right," he said at last. "But not just right away. Give me a couple of days to get ready." At the appointed time Sherwood escorted Keith to Malcolm Neil's office, introduced and left him. Keith took the proffered wooden chair, examining his man with the keenest attention. Malcolm Neil, spite of his Scotch name, was a New Englander by birth.
"But when I did it was on this very shore a little further along below the Miller place. There was a Martin and a Josephs in the partnership then too the fathers, I dare say, of Billy and Ned. What is your name, my boy?" "Paul Jameson, sir." The name was a shock to Turner. This boy a Jameson Neil Jameson's son? Why, yes, he had Neil's mouth.
Bessie should never enter her house as her daughter-in-law, she said, and she would not only cut off Neil's allowance during her life, but at her death would leave what little money she had to some one else Jack Trevellian, perhaps, who would represent the family far better than her scapegrace son, with his low McPherson tastes. After this Neil could not tell her.
Neil's Mission Field was only a half-day's journey away by rail, and she and Allister were going to see him and hear him preach. Sandy lauded Christina as he read Ellen's letters, telling her again and again that there was no one like her and that she was just a corker, and that was all about it.
There was a feeling of keen disappointment in Neil's heart, a sense of something lost, or as if in some way he had been wronged, and then he thought of Blanche, and wondered if she snored, and how he could find out. "It would be a tearer if she did, she is so much larger and coarser every way than Bessie," he thought, as he finally put the pillow over his head so that he could not hear.
But Marion " Nathaniel crushed Neil's hand in both his own and his eyes betrayed more than he would have said. "I've got an armed ship and a dozen men out there and if I can help Marion by blowing up St. James I'll do it!" For a time only the tense breathing of the two broke the silence of their lips.
Watson would be the laughing stock of the community and Splinterin' Andra would be grimly pleased. The young man's face darkened when he reflected that it was Donald Neil's brother who had wrought all this mischief. Was that whole family in league against him? The two looked at each other in dismay. "Those Neil boys are a bad lot!" Mr. Watson burst forth again.
The guests ate ravenously, but did not forget to take note of their surroundings. Neil's back was too close to the wall for Sally to squeeze by him when she rose to change the plates, and this amused him very much. "Two more guests, and the room would burst, wouldn't it?" he suggested, as he handed a plate at her request. "I didn't know they ever made a flat as small as this"
At length nine o'clock arrived, and the scene must change to the northern part of Sheemus Neil's orchard. The Dead Boxer threw a cloak around him, and issuing through the back door of the inn, entered the garden, which was separated from the orchard only by a low clipped hedge of young whitethorn, in the middle of which stood of a small gate.
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