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Saltoun a vigorous kick on the ankle. "I guess we'll be goin'," dodged Tom Loudon, and then took off his hat to Miss Dale. "So long, miss. If you uh You know where the Bar S is in case just in case, y' understand." He touched his horse with the spur and moved off with as much dignity as a colonel of cavalry. Not so Mr. Saltoun.
"Don't you think it would be a joke, Lord Saltoun, to see my brother and his merry men, with their bows and bills, marching down to Somerset all in Lincoln green instead of Lincoln and Bennet hats?" "No," answered Old Saltoun, "I don't think it would be a joke. I think it would be an exceedingly serious and sensible idea." "Well, I'm jiggered!" cried Harry Fisher, staring at him.
The Colonel, fowling-piece in hand, was watching the struggle, and seeing that Lord Saltoun was getting the worst of it awaited his opportunity when the big salmon's tail was in the air after a spring, and, firing in the nick of time, cut the fish's spine just above the tail, hardly marking it elsewhere.
Lord Saltoun was the first lord I ever met, and I have never known one since whom I have liked half so well. Spey is a river which insists on being distinctive. She mistrusts the stranger. He may be a good man on Tweed or Tay, but until he has been formally introduced to Spey and been admitted to her acquaintance, she is chary in according him her favours.
Lovat was once more in safety: he changed his lodgings, however; and, as soon as possible, set sail for Inverness. Again danger, in another form, retarded his arrival among his clan. A storm arose, the ship was obliged to put into the nearest harbour, and Lord Lovat was driven into Fraserburgh, which happened to be within a few miles of the abode of his old enemy and rival Lord Saltoun. Mr.
The chasseurs are already scattered, but behind the chasseurs, fronting Maitland's brigade, fronting Adam and his artillery, fronting Saltoun and Colborne the Fire-Eater, the Old Guard is seen to advance, the Old Guard who through twelve campaigns and an hundred victories have shown the world how to conquer and how to die.
Saltoun, slouching comfortably back against his cantle, looked doubtfully down at Racey where he stood humped over, the horse's hoof between his knees, tapping with a knife handle at the lodged stone. "A ten-year mortgage is a long one, kind of," he said, slowly. "I thought we'd settled all that." Racey lifted a quick head. "Shore we've done settled it," Mr. Saltoun acquiesced, promptly.
And so there was an end to the share of Andrew Fletcher of Saltoun in this undertaking the end of the only man who was of any capacity to pilot it through the troubled waters that lay before it. Monmouth placed him under arrest and sent him aboard the frigate again, ordering her captain to sail at once. That was the utmost Monmouth could do to save him.
Rack Slimson jerked his head toward the approaching girl. "He's got 'em again," said Racey to Mr. Saltoun and Tom Loudon. "I don't see any 'her' anywhere. Do you?" "Not me," chorussed both men. "You see how yo're mistaken, Rack," pointed out Racey. "Yore eyes are deceivin' you. Don't you trust 'em. You don't see any girls round here, exceptin' maybe Miss Dale over at the house.
But Mr. Saltoun was fidgety. Unlike his son-in-law, he felt that he must speak. "Lookit here, Racey," he said, hurriedly, "you ain't going to Farewell alone, are you?" "Why, no, certainly not," Racey replied, solemnly. "I'm going to send word to Yardly for the troops. Hell's bells, there's only four of them, man!" "Yes, well Who's this? One of our boys?" But it was not one of "our" boys.
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