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On this he balanced himself and waited simply for what Robert would do; for his faith in Robert was unbounded, and he had no other hope on earth. But Shargar was not miserable.
'It's queer 'at things winna gang up ohn hauden them doon. Pu' a guid han'fu' o' clover, Shargar. She's had her fa', an' noo she'll gang up a' richt. She's nane the waur o' 't. Upon the next attempt, the kite rose triumphantly.
One evening Shargar was later than usual in coming home from the walk, or ramble rather, without which he never could settle down to his work. He knocked at Robert's door. 'Whaur do ye think I've been, Robert? 'Hoo suld I ken, Shargar? answered Robert, puzzling over a problem. 'I've been haein' a glaiss wi' Jock Mitchell. 'Wha's Jock Mitchell? 'My brither Sandy's groom, as I tellt ye afore.
I'll be wi' ye in a moment noo. Robert obeyed, too anxious to question him. In about three minutes more Shargar reappeared, leading what seemed the ghost of a black horse; for Robert could see only his eyes, and his hoofs made scarcely any noise.
I s' hae nae sic doin's i' my hoose. 'It's nae your hoose, Betty. Dinna lee. 'Weel, I s' hae nae sic things gang by my kitchie door. There, Robert! what 'll ye mak' o' that? There's nae offence, there, I houp, gin it suldna be a'thegither my ain hoose. Tak Shargar oot o' that, or I s' awa' benn the hoose, as I tell ye.
''Deed, doctor, that winna do at a'. It wad be ower mony strange faces a'thegither. We'll get Mistress Fyvie to luik till 'im the day, an' Shargar canna work the morn, bein' Sunday. An' I'll gang to my bed for fear o' doin' waur, though I doobt I winna sleep i' the daylicht. Dr. Anderson was satisfied, and went home cogitating much.
'And ye didna eat it yersel'? Eh, Bob! Shargar was somewhat overpowered at this fresh proof of Robert's friendship. But Robert was still more ashamed of what he had not done. He took the blue coat carefully from the bed, and hung it in its place again, satisfied now, from the way his grannie had spoken, or, rather, declined to speak, about it, that it had belonged to his father.
She was swearing at a cabman whose wheel had caught the point of her donkey's shaft, and was hauling him round. Heedless of everything, Shargar threw his arms about her, crying, 'Mither! mither! 'Nane o' yer blastit humbug! she exclaimed, as, with a vigorous throw and a wriggle, she freed herself from his embrace and pushed him away.
Anderson questioned, prescribed, and, having given directions, went home, to call again in the morning. And now Robert was somewhat in the position of the old woman who 'had so many children she didn't know what to do. Dr. Anderson ordered nourishment for Ericson, and here was Shargar upon his hands as well! Shargar and he could share, to be sure, and exist: but for Ericson ?
The making of this dragon was a happy thing for Shargar, and a yet happier thing for Robert, in that it introduced again for a time some community of interest between them. Shargar was happier than he had been for many a day because Robert used him; and Robert was yet happier than Shargar in that his conscience, which had reproached him for his neglect of him, was now silent.
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