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"If you wanted twenty-five dollars and I had it," said Betty persuasively, "I'd give it to you without asking a solitary question." Rob's lips twitched. "But, Betty " he began. Then "Oh, do play fair," he urged. "You're younger than I am. Uncle Dick expects me to look after you.
A headless and tailless hobby-horse of Rob's, on which they had ridden many imaginary miles, stood in one corner, and he crossed over to examine it, with an amused smile. "It certainly didn't take much to amuse us in those days," he said, touching the rockers with his foot, and starting the disabled beast to bobbing back and forth. "How long has it been since we used to ride this thing?
They acted on Rob's suggestion, and, passing rapidly on down the now slightly discolored water, they soon left the Finlay gap behind them. Their journey was but brief, however, for soon they heard the boom of the rapids below them. "On shore, queek!" called Moise to Rob, who was in the bow of the leading boat.
There were some little children in the house, and they and the General at once became great friends. With these kind and hospitable friends he stayed several days. After being present at a meeting of the board of trustees, he rode Traveller over to the Rockbridge Baths eleven miles from Lexington and from there writes to my mother, on September 25th: "...Am very glad to hear of Rob's arrival.
"You see," Ted explained, spooning out grapefruit with an energetic hand, "father and mother and Steve and Rosy have gone to the country to a funeral a cousin of ours. Louis and Rob aren't home till night except Saturdays and Sundays, and Ruth is at school till Friday nights. It makes it sort of lonesome for me. Wednesdays, though, every other week, Rob's home all day.
I didn't think they knew anything about birch-bark so far northwest, but he says all their big journeys were made in those big bark canoes in the early days." "Well, I'm guessing that our boats will seem pretty good before we get through," was Rob's belief, "and they'll pay for themselves too."
"As the oldest of our family, I thought I ought to do a little explaining." "And I think," I said, looking at him keenly, "that we have the right to know what your explanation was." Ptolemy handed me over the letter. "Read it aloud," he said, with the air of one who is proud of his productions. Rob's eyes shone in anticipation. I broke the seal. A note from the secretary fell out.
"Rob's on his way back to Wisconsin t' get married, and Wilson has offered to bet him that his wife will be a blonde and tall, and Rob dassent bet!" And they roared again. "Why, the idea! The man's crazy!" said Mrs. Whiting. The crowd looked at each other. This was hint enough; they sobered, nodding at each other. "Aha! I see; I understand." "It's the heat." "And the Boston beans."
Many things had lately brought Rob into his mind. In 1812 Scott had acquired Rob Roy's gun "a long Spanish-barrelled piece, with his initials R. M. C.," C standing for Campbell, a name assumed in compliment to the Argyll family. Rob's spleuchan had also been presented by Mr. Train to Sir Walter, in 1816, and may have directed his thoughts to this popular freebooter.
And then forgetting his dignity, Roy flung his arms round Rob's neck and hugged him passionately. "I'll never forget you carrying me home that night," he whispered in his ear, "I loved you from that time. And Rob you'll do what father told me to do serve God first."
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