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"We were talking about another colt of Ranald's." "What's that?" said Yankee, pretending not to hear. "Yes, you bet," he continued. "Ranald can handle her all right. He knows something about horses, as I guess you have found out, perhaps, by this time. Never saw anything so purty. Didn't know your team had got that move in them, Mr. McNaughton," Yankee went on to Farquhar, who had just come up.
But always, though he went into the most minute details, he concealed the name both of her and of her father, while he kept his eyes steadily fixed on Ranald's eldest son, Sigtryg, who sat at his father's right hand. The young man grew uneasy, red, almost angry; till at last Hereward sang,
White to the lips, Ranald stood looking at his chief with a resolved face. "Mr. St. Clair, I wish to offer you my resignation as manager." "Nonsense, Ranald, we will say no more about that. I was a little hasty. I hope the change I spoke of will go into immediate effect." "I must beg to decline." The words came slowly, sternly from Ranald's white lips. "And why, pray?"
The girls had the story from Harry's lips, and in his telling of it, Ranald's courage and skill certainly lost nothing; but to Maimie, while it was pleasant enough for her to hear of Ranald's prowess, and while she enjoyed the reflected glory that came to her as his friend, the whole incident became altogether hateful and distressing.
"I'm not saying she couldn't," he hurried to say, apologetically, "but it would be funny, wouldn't it?" "Well," said Ranald, relenting and smiling a little, "it would be keeping her busy at times." "When the deer are running, eh, Ranald," said Murdie, good-naturedly. "But Ranald's right, boys," he continued, "give the man a chance, say I."
Sorry we can't shake hands," and he stepped off in the wake of Major Ranald, closely guarded by three warders. The City Magistrate and Captain Malet-Marsac followed. At Major Ranald's knock, the small inner door of the gate-house was opened and the procession filed through it into the strong room where the warders stood to attention.
At worship in the minister's house every one present took part. It was Hughie's special joy to lead the singing of the psalm. His voice rose high and clear, even above his mother's, for he loved to sing, and Ranald's presence inspired him to do his best. Ranald had often heard the psalm sung in the church I to the hills will lift mine eyes, From whence doth come mine aid;
He had hardly begun his writing when the inner door of his office opened and Mr. St. Clair came in. His welcome was kindly and cordial, and Ranald's heart, which had been under strong discipline all morning, leaped up in warm response. "You had a pleasant trip, I hope?" inquired Mr. St. Clair. "Fine most of the way.
"Like yours, I suppose," he continued, glancing at Harry's attire, but adding, cautiously, "if they do not cost too much." "About forty dollars," said Harry, lightly; then, noticing the dismayed look on Ranald's face, he added quickly, "but you don't need to spend that much, you know. I say, you let me manage this thing."
Meanwhile Don had hurried on, leaving his team with Murdie that he might sing Ranald's praises to "the girls," with whom Ranald was highly popular, although he avoided them, or perhaps because he did so, the ways of women being past understanding. To Mrs. Murray and Maimie, who with the minister and Hughie, had come over to the supper, he went first with his tale.
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