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Never doubting she would follow him, he had already built up a good peat-fire on the hearth, and placed for her beside it a low settle which his father had made for him, and he had himself covered with a sheepskin of thickest fleece. They sat silent for a while. 'Wud ye say noo, Kirsty, 'at I was ony use til her? he asked at length. 'Jist a heap, answered Kirsty.
"That he hes, at ony rate, and it 'ill no be your blame or mine if he hesna mair." While he was speaking, MacLure took off his coat and waistcoat and hung them on the back of the door. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and laid bare two arms that were nothing but bone and muscle.
Ye're walcome hame, my bonnie lass. Ye ken I aye keep the wee closet ready for ony o' ye 'at micht come ohn expeckit." Nicie, however, had not long to occupy the closet, for those of her breed were in demand in the country.
"There can be nothing done, at ony rate," he said, "till the folk themsel's come back frae the glen; and I needna tell you how glad we would a' be to be as fond o' him as ever. But Tammas was witness." "Have pity on his mother, man." "We've done the best for her we could," he replied. "We prigged wi' Tammas no to gang to the manse till we was sure the minister was living.
"What wud ye sae, Jamie," Hillocks suggested, "but it micht be some o' thae Muirtown doctors? they were awfu' chief wi' MacLure." "It's nae Muirtown doctors," cried Jamie, in great exultation, "nor ony ither doctors. A' ken thae horses, and wha's ahint them. Quick, man Hillocks, stop the fouk, and tell Drumsheugh tae come oot, for Lord Kilspindie hes come up frae Muirtown Castle."
"At ony rate, auld Ellieslaw was aiding and abetting; and I am sure if ye were sae disposed as to take amends on him, naebody could say it was wrang, for your father's blood is beneath his nails and besides there's naebody else left that was concerned to take amends upon, and he's a prelatist and a jacobite into the bargain I can tell ye the country folk look for something atween ye."
There was a shout of laughter at the expense of Ebie, in which Meg thought that she heard an answering ripple from within Winsome's room. "Surely, Jock, ye were never prayin' to the deil?" asked Meg from the window, very seriously. "Ye ken far better than that." "An' what for should I no pray to the deil? He's a desperate onsonsy chiel yon. It's as weel to be in wi' him as oot wi' him ony day.
But deil a dram, or kale, or ony thing else no sae muckle as a cup o' cauld water do thae lords at Edinburgh gie us; and yet they are heading and hanging amang us, and trailing us after thae blackguard troopers, and taking our goods and gear as if we were outlaws. I canna say I tak it kind at their hands." "It would be very strange if you did," answered Morton, with suppressed emotion.
"Eh, Glenfernie! is there news of the lassie?" "None. You've got the sight. Can you not see?" "It's gane from me! When it gaes I'm just like ony bird with a broken wing." "If you cannot see, what do you think?" "I dinna want to think and I dinna want to say. Whaur be ye gaeing now?" "On over the moor and down by the Kelpie's Pool." "Gae on then. I'll watch for ye coming back." He went on.
"And, speaking o' that, I maun gang and see about my mither, puir auld body, if your honour hasna ony immediate commands." "But, Cuddie," said Morton, "I really cannot take these things from you without some recompense."
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