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The wench was offered her choice of Stroke's gallant fellows, but "Wha carries me wears me," said she, promptly, and not only had he to carry her from one end of the Den to the other, but he must do it whistling as if barely conscious that she was there.
This was his daughter? She must understand that he needed care, and would not be able to work any more. Old Widgeon heard him in silence, and then turned his face to the wall, and for hours made no sign. When he spoke at last, it was in his usual tone. "I thought to end my days in the free air," he said, "but that ain't to be. And I'm thinking the stroke's come to do you a good turn, Nan.
Slowly and surely we forged ahead, till our stroke's oar was level with their coxswain. Then a spurt from the Old Boys kept the two boats abreast for a few seconds, but it died away after a little, and once more their boat travelled slowly back, as we drew level, and began in our turn to take the lead. Now was our time to
He got his way, and smacked his lips unctuously. "Now, where is Tommy?" "Put your face close to mine," said Corp, and then he whispered hoarsely, "He's in a spleet new Lair, writing out bills wi' a' his might, offering five hunder crowns reward for Stroke's head, dead or alive!" The new haunt was a deserted house, that stood, very damp, near a little waterfall to the east of the Den.
"Farewell, my leech," answers Corp, and then helps him to disembark. Their hands chance to meet, and Stroke's is so hot that Corp quails. "Tommy," he says, with a shudder, "do you you dinna think it's a' true, do you?" But the ill-fated prince only gives him a warning look and plunges into the mazes of the forest. For a long time silence reigns over the Den.
'Tis the summons of heroes for conquest or death, When the banners are blazing on mountain and heath; They call to the dirk, the claymore and the targe, To the march and the muster, the line and the charge. Be the brand of each Chieftain like Stroke's in his ire! May the blood through his veins flow like currents of fire!
The crew received this communication with shouts, Gavinia's cry of "Five shillings, if no ten!" expressing the general sentiment, but it would not have been like Tommy to think with them. "You poor things," he said, "you just believe everything you're telled! How do I know that this is not a trick of Stroke's to bring me here when he is some other gait working mischief?"
No matter; one man they all gave way to, and that was Pat M'Ardle. "'Hould away, says Pat, 'clear off, boys, all of you this stroke's mine by right, any how; and, says he, swearing a terrible oath, 'if you don't sup sorrow for that stroke, says he to the Slip, 'why Pat M'Ardle's not behind you here.
"A stroke's work"? And as if any man could expect to find work and to do it after keeping such hours as these! And now comes "the whistler." I had been expecting him. He is to-night whistling airs from Pinafore. The Pirates, thank Heaven! furnishes him no airs. He whistles let me confess, reluctant although I am to do it he whistles to perfection.
"Now," she went on, waving him back, "now I know why I would not give in to you when you wanted me to be Stroke's wife. I was afraid you were masterful!" "Was that it?" cried Tommy. "Now," she proceeded, too excited to heed his interruptions, "now I know why I would not kiss your hand, now I know why I would not say I liked you. I was afraid of you, I " "Were you?"
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