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"You're a silly boy to think my brother John would do him any harm," she returned. "You're comfortable enough, aren't you, Jamie Duff?" "Yes, thank you, ma'am, quite comfortable," said Jamie, who was now wide-awake. "But, please ma'am, Ranald didn't mean any harm." "He's a housebreaker, though," she rejoined with a grim chuckle; "and he'd better go home again as fast as he can.
"Guess you wouldn't care to part with that mare?" "No," said Ranald, shortly; but as he spoke his heart sank within him. "Ought to fetch a fairly good figure," continued Yankee, meditatively. "Le's see. She's from La Roque's Lisette, ain't she? Ought to have some speed." He untied Lisette's halter. "Take her down in the yard yonder," he said to Ranald.
For some minutes Hughie followed Ranald in silence on a dog-trot, through the brule, dodging round stumps and roots and climbing over fallen trees, till they came to the pasture-field. "Hold on, Ranald," panted Hughie, putting on a spurt and coming up even with his leader. "Are you warm enough?" asked Ranald, looking down at the little flushed face. "You bet!" "Are you dry?" "Huh, huh."
You understand timber, and you are honest." "I will answer for both with my head," said Harry. "What do you say, Ranald?" said Mr. St. Clair. "Will you take a day to think it over?" "No," said Ranald; "I will be your checker." And so Ranald became part of the firm of Raymond & St. Clair. "Come along, Ranald," said Harry. "We will take the girls home, and then come back to the office."
"Oh, I see you have begun tapping," said Mrs. Murray; "and do you do it yourself?" "Why, yes, mother; don't you see all those trees?" cried Hughie, pointing to a number of maples that stood behind the shanty. "Ranald and Don did all those, and made the spiles, too. See!" He caught up a spile from a heap lying near the door. "Ranald made all these." "Why, that's fine, Ranald. How do you make them?
Murray," cried Ranald. "Whip her and never stop." But there was no need; the pony was wild with fear, and was doing her best running. Ranald meantime was gradually holding in the colt, and the pony drew away rapidly. But as rapidly the wolves were closing in behind him. They were not more than a hundred yards away, and gaining every second.
"I think that I have come as Ranald thought as a Valkyria to lead you to battle," she answered, speaking low, that she might not wake the tired warriors around her. "There is but one thing for us to do, and that is to die sword in hand, rather than to perish for want of food and water here." I know that this had been in my mind, and most likely in Odda's also; but Alfred might come.
"Who is mad?" said Ranald. "I am not mad whatever." "Well, you look mighty like it," said Don. "You look mad enough to fight." But Ranald, ignoring him, simply said, "We will need to be gathering the sap this evening, for the troughs will be full." "Huh-huh," said Don. "I guess we can carry all there is to-day, but we will have to get the colt to-morrow. Got the spiles ready?"
"And the Bass cuts through it the short way?" "Yes." "Wall, does that mean six or eight or ten miles of a haul?" "On the west side," replied Ranald, "no. There are a number of small streams and lakes which you could utilize." "And on the east side?" "You see, Colonel," broke in Mr. St. Clair, "that whole country is one net-work of water-ways.
Macdonald, you are a determined man, but as God lives, this purpose of yours you will never carry out. I know my daughter, I think, better than you know her, and I tell you," here a slight smile of confidence played for a moment on his face, "she will never be your wife." Ranald bowed his head. "It shall be as she wills," he said, in a grave, almost sad, voice.
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