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"Yes, father," said Ranald, lifting his head, and looking into his father's face. "And, Ranald, you, too, will be forgiving him?" But to this there was no reply. Ranald's head was buried in the bed. "Ah," said Macdonald Dubh, with difficulty, "you are your father's son; but you will not be laying this bitterness upon me now. You will be forgiving him, Ranald?"
She had expected much from Ranald. Her husband went on with his tale. "It seems there was an old quarrel between young Aleck McRae and Ranald, over what I cannot find out; and young Angus McGregor, who will do anything for a Macdonald, must needs take Ranald's part, with the result that that hot-headed young fire-eater Aleck McRae must challenge the whole clan McGregor.
Maimie's shaft had gone too near a vital spot, and the wound amazed and terrified her. Was it for Ranald's sake alone she cared? Yes, surely it was. Then why this sharp new pain under the hand pressing hard upon her heart? Oh, what did that mean?
It seems that young Aleck McRae, who is a terrible fighter, and must be forty pounds heavier than Ranald, was, by Ranald's especial desire and by Yankee's arrangement, pitted against the boy, and by the time the fight was over, Ranald, although beaten and bruised to a 'bloody pulp, as Long John said, had Aleck thoroughly whipped.
"Madam," answered the colonel, gravely, "I feel you are right, and I should be glad to have you address the meeting of our share-holders, called for next month, to discuss the question of our western business." "Do you mean Ranald's position?" asked Kate. "Well, I rather think that will come up." "Then," said Mrs.
Glengarry!" for all who knew Ranald personally had heard of the gang that were once the pride of the Ottawa. At that old cry Ranald's face flushed deep red, and he had no words to answer his friends' warm congratulations. "Send him East," cried a voice. "Yes, yes, that's it. Send him to Ottawa to John A. It's the same clan!" Swiftly Mr. Blair made up his mind.
"Put your arm about his neck, Maimie," cried Harry, "you will go more comfortably that way. Ranald won't mind," he added, with a laugh. At the touch of her clinging arms the blood mounted slowly into Ranald's neck and face, showing red through the dark tan of his skin. "How strong you are," said Maimie, softly, "and how easily you carry me.
With a cry of rage and pain LeNoir raised the bottle and was bringing it down on Ranald's head, when Black Hugh, with one hand, caught the falling blow, and with the other seized Ranald, and crying, "Get out of this!" he flung him towards the door. Then turning to LeNoir, he said, with surprising self-control, "It is myself that is sorry that a boy of mine should be guilty of biting like a dog."
Once more Ranald lifted Maimie in his arms and carried her up the broad steps, and through the great oak-paneled hall into Madame De Lacy's own cosy sitting-room, and there he laid her safely in a snug nest of cushions prepared for her. There was nothing more to do, but to say good by and come away, but it was Harry that first brought this to Ranald's mind.
But Maimie was very unwilling to go to bed. "Oh, auntie," she whispered, as her aunt kissed her good night, "I cannot go to sleep!" And then, after a pause, she said, shyly, "Do you think he is badly hurt?" Then the minister's wife, looking keenly into the girl's face, made light of Ranald's misfortune. "Oh, he will be all right," she said, "as far as his hurt is concerned.
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