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Updated: June 19, 2025
On the morning after young Gourlay came home for the last time, Postie was pelting along with his quick thudding step near the head of the Square, when whom should he meet but Sandy Toddle, still unwashed and yawning from his bed.
"Here, you, what comes?" the Captain queried, checking the grey. The postie stopped in terror at the English voice. "Salaam, Bahadur Sahib; it is war." "Thou art a tree owl," and Barlow laughed. "A war does not spring up like a drift of driven dust. Is it some raja's elephants and carts with his harem going to a durbar?" "Sahib, it is, as I have said, war.
"What wud there be to hear aboot that?" says I. "Oor ane's juist the very same; he's near-hand aye late." "Wha?" says Sandy, wi' a winderin' look in his e'e. "Oor postie!" says I; "he's aye late. You'll of'en hear his whistle i' the street when it's efter ten o'clock at nicht."
At last in his impatience he turned the handle, when to his surprise the door opened, and let him enter. The leaves of a Bible fluttered in the fresh wind from the door. A large lamp was burning on the table. Its big yellow flame was unnatural in the sunshine. "H'mph!" said Postie, tossing his chin in disgust, "little wonder everything gaed to wreck and ruin in this house!
He could say it with impunity; for the pluck of Postie Jim was a matter long past dispute. Then Jem Burton'd go first? Nay; Jem had a lovin' wife and dear little kids at 'ome. Then Big Bell? Big Bell'd see 'isseif further first. A tall figure came forcing through the crowd, his face a little paler than its wont, and a formidable knob-kerry in his hand. "I'm goin'!" said David.
It cannot be said that this capacity for indefinite procrastination rendered the Highlander any less valuable to his "tear young leddy." The days on which Postie appeared with a large bundle of mail were accounted good days by the young mistress, for on these and succeeding days her father would be "busy with his correspondence."
Oh-ooh, I ken perfectly. Perfectly! It was Postie himsell that telled me." Yet all this was merely guesswork. For Gourlay had hitherto gone away from Barbie for his moneys and accommodations, so that the bodies could only surmise; they had nothing definite to go on. And through it all the gurly old fellow kept a brave front to the world.
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