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"Ten quarts either end of the day, Cæsar, and fifteen pounds of butter a week," said Pete. "Where's the base, sir?" said Cæsar. They met Black Tom leading a hornless, white cow from the shed to the green. "Are you coming together, Peter?" he said cheerfully. Cæsar eyed the cow doubtfully for a moment, and then said briskly, "What's the price of the mailie, Mr. Quilliam?"
"You'll remember what they say of a secret, Captain too big for one, right for two, tight for three." "A man and his wife are one, sir so that's two altogether," said Pete. Kate took up the scissors and went on with her work uneasily. Ross twisted on his seat and said, "Well, I feel I must tell you, Peter." "Quilliam, sir," said Pete, charging a pipe; but Ross pretended not to hear.
"Anybody been here for me? No?" he asked. "No, sir, n o, I think not," the girl answered, and as she looked at Pete her face straightened. There was a rustling within as of autumn leaves, and then a twittering voice cried, "Is it Capt'n Quilliam, Martha?" "Yes, ma'am." Some whispered conference took place at the dining-room door, and Auntie Nan came hopping through the hall.
"Fourteen pound, sir! and she'll take the road before I'll go home with a pound less!" "Fourteen what! Ten; I'll give you ten not a penny more." "Good day to you, Mr. Quilliam," said Cæsar. Then, as if by an afterthought, "You're an ould friend of mine, Thomas; a very ould friend, Tom I'll split you the diff'rance." "Break a straw on it," said Black Tom; and the transaction was complete.
The soul of the schoolmaster had just two human weaknesses. One of these was a weakness for drink, and as a little vessel he could not take much without being full. Then he always taught the Church catechism and swore at his boys in Manx. "Peter Quilliam," he cried one day, "who brought you out of the land of Egypt and the house of bondage?"
"But still and for all, you give to the widow and lend to the Lord you practise the religion you don't believe in, Cap'n Quilliam." "There's a pair of us, then." said Pete, "for you believe in the religion you don't practise." But Cæsar got Pete at last, in spite of his scepticism. The time came for the annual camp-meeting. Kate went off to it, and Pete followed like a big dog at her heels.
Ross looked up sharply and said in another tone, "I've just dropped in to congratulate you on your return home in safety and health and prosperity, Mr. Quilliam." "You're welcome, sir," said Pete. Pete led the way indoors. Ross followed, bowed distantly to Kate, who was unpicking a dress, and took a chair.
"'Deed, man!" said Cæsar. "The doctor ordered it. You heard him yourself, grandfather." "Well, that's true, too," said Cæsar. The young man closed his long note-book and backed into a throng of women who had come up to the porch. "Of course, if you say so, Capt'n Quilliam " "I do say so," shouted Pete; and the reporter disappeared.
"Well, what d'ye say eleven pounds for the cow, Tom!" "Thirteen, Cæsar; and if you warn an ould friend " "Hould your hand, Mr. Quilliam; I'm not a man when I've got a bargain.... Manx notes or the dust, Thomas? Goold? "Will that be enough, Mr. Quilliam? No? Half a one, then? Aw, you're hard, Tom... thirteen." "It's got the same fits, anyway," cried Cæsar; and then he rushed to the cow's head.
"He drank up the Word like a thirsty land the rain," said Cæsar. "Peter Quilliam and I had mortal joy of each other. 'Good-bye, father, says he, and he was shaking me by the hand ter'ble. But go on, Jonaique." "'That was four months ago, and a fortnight since eight of his Kaffirs came back." "Aw dear!" "Well, well!" "Lord-a-massy!" "Hush!"
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