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"Well, we carried some pork and Hudson Bay hard tack and tea, and of course, we could get all the fish and game we wanted." "Lots of game, eh? Small and big?" The colonel was evidently much interested in this part of Ranald's story. "By the great Sam, must go up there!" "It would do you all the good in the world, Colonel," said Mr. St. Clair, heartily.
It was with the memory of that face in his heart that he turned to meet what might be coming to him, with the resolve that he would play the man. "Hello, old chap, who's dead?" It was Harry's gay voice. "You look like a tomb." He put his arm through Ranald's and walked with him up the street. "Where are you going now?" he asked, as Ranald walked along in silence. "To get some clothes."
Murray from town to spend some weeks with me." Ranald's face fell, but his Highland courtesy forbade retreat. "If she would care," he said, doubtfully. "Oh, I am sure she would be very glad! She has never been outside of the city, and I want her to learn all she can of the country and the woods.
It is strange that Hughie has not heard. Indeed, perhaps he has, but since his beloved Ranald is involved, he is keeping it quiet." "What is it?" said his wife, anxiously. "Oh, nothing less than a regular pitched battle between the McGregors and the McRaes of the Sixteenth, and all on Ranald's account, too, I believe." Mrs. Murray sat in silent and bitter disappointment.
"Well," said the colonel, "I am going to execute a masterly retreat, as they used to say when a fellow ran away. I am going to get behind my company. They claim, you see, that Ranald ain't a paying concern." "But how?" said Mrs. Murray. Then the colonel enumerated the features of Ranald's management most severely criticised by the company.
It was a hard hour and a half for them both, but when all was over, Ranald's gratitude more than repaid Harry for his pains. "Come up to-night," said Harry, as they stood at the door of the Hotel du Nord, where Ranald had taken up his quarters. "No," said Ranald, abruptly, unconsciously glancing down at his rough dress. "Then I'll come down here," said Harry, noting the glance.
Coley stood looking after him for a few moments in silence, and then said to himself, in a voice full of emphasis: "Well, there's just one of his kind and there ain't any other." Then he set out at a run for the Institute. It was Kate herself who came to answer Ranald's ring. "I knew it was you," she cried, with her hand eagerly outstretched and her face alight with joy.
It was Ranald's speech, every one said, that turned the tide.
The open air with the suggestion of the coming fall, the great forests with their varying hues of green and brown, yellow and bright red, and all bathed in the smoky purple light of the September sun, these all combined to bring to Ranald's heart the rest and comfort and peace that he so sorely needed.
"A thankworthy service," said the Marquis, gravely, "which shall certainly be requited in the manner it deserves." The prescribed form of acknowledgment not being according to the custom of Ranald's country, he contented himself with folding his arms on his bosom, and making a low inclination of his head.
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