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"She wasna the best-faured amon them," he admitted afterwards, "but a man maun mak the maist o' his ain." The dominie, too, would not shake his head with Mr. Rattray over the apple and loaf bread raffles in the smithy, nor even at the Daft Days, the black week of glum debauch that ushered in the year, a period when the whole countryside rumbled to the farmer's "kebec"-laden cart.
Joseph, she did wish with all her might that he would turn his head and see her at the window and wave his hand gallantly as he had done on one or two previous occasions. Then she would beckon and he would run across and entering the room disconcert this odious Mr. Lyman B. Rattray and put an end to his stony wooing. But alas! for Miss Maria and her mesmeric powers!
For I have already boasted of my eyesight, and I could have sworn that neither Rattray nor any one of his guests was of the horsemen; yet the back and shoulders of one of these seemed somehow familiar to me. Not that I wasted many moments over the coincidence, for I had other things to think about as I ran on to the hall.
I was quite sorry for him when the conversation at the window ceased suddenly, and Rattray roused the captain up. "Watches aft!" said he. "We want that mattress; you can bring it along, while I lead the way with the pillows and things. Come on, Cole!" "Where to?" I asked, standing firm. "Where there's no window for you to jump out of, old boy, and no clothes of mine for you to hide behind.
But the man who ought to have spoken the man who had such a chance as few men have off the stage who could have confounded these villains in a breath, and saved the wretched Rattray at once from them and from himself that unheroic hero remained ignobly silent in his homely hiding-place. And, what is more, he would do the same again! The rogues had fallen out; now was the time for honest men.
"That you're going in with me, and it's all right." "And do you really think I am?" He had unlocked the door; after a pause I heard him lock it again. But I did not see his face until he returned to the bedside. And then it frightened me. It was distorted and discolored with rage and chagrin. "You've been making a fool of me!" he cried fiercely. "No, I have been considering the matter, Rattray."
"Then I do. When you left them last night there was some talk of bringing you back by force. You can guess who suggested that and who set his face against it and got his way. You would think the better of Rattray had you heard what passed." "Should I?" she asked half eagerly, as she looked quickly round at me; and suddenly I saw her eyes fill. "Oh, why will you speak about him?" she burst out.
Rattray simply asked me what I had been doing in there, in a white flame of passion, and with such an oath that I embellished the truth for him in my turn. "Trying to give you blackguards the slip," said I. "Then it was you who let down the sheet?" "Of course it was." "All right! I'm done with you," said he; "that settles it. I make you an offer. You won't accept it.
If it succeeded the idea came to me in a flash I would send Rattray an ultimatum from the nearest town; and either Eva should be set instantly and unconditionally free, or the whole matter be put unreservedly in the hands of the local police.
And his thought was, when a few hours later he was walking slowly away from his interview with Major Earnshaw, the doctor at the barracks, "Thank God, I never said anything to Mabel about it." The very few officers left behind at the depot were at breakfast when he arrived to keep Colonel Rattray to his word.
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