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Tuncan also iss a little better just now, so what say you to have the weddin' the month after next? Mr Sutherland will be back from the Whitehorse Plains by then, an' he can tie the knot tight enough whatever. Anyway, it iss clear that if we wait for a munister o' the Auld Kirk, we will hev to wait till doomsday. What say you, Taniel?"
"Quite right, my boy, quite right; though I must say I would like to wait till a real munister comes out; for although Mr Sutherland iss a fery goot man, an' an elder too, he iss not chust exactly a munister, you know, as I have said before. But have it your own way, Tan. If my little lass is willin', old Tuncan McKay won't stand in your way."
But it's ta young and ta strong she is pringing home to Tuncan. O m'anam, beannuich!" Involuntarily all eyes turned towards the point called the Death's Head, which bounded the bay on the east. "It's ower dark to see onything," said the man on the window sill. "Yes," said Duncan, "it'll pe too tark for you who haf cot no eyes only to speak of.
"If it wass not for the jealousy an' ill-will o' the North-Westers we should hev been at this goot hour in our comfortable houses amang the green fields of Rud Ruver." "Wheesht! faither!" interposed Duncan junior, "Mr Sutherland wass speakin', an' ye've stoppit him." "An' what if I hev, Tuncan? Can he not continoo to speak when I hev done?" retorted the old man, resuming his drum-stick.
"If all the half-breeds in Rud River wass to go as mad as buffalo-bulls wi' their tails cut off, I would go," said Duncan junior, with quiet decision of tone and manner, as he lighted his pipe. "Ay, it iss that same you would do if you wass to be hanged to-morrow for doin' it, Tuncan," returned the old man testily, as he fired cloudlets in rapid succession from his compressed lips.
He is tead more than a hundert years." "Then why do you hate him so?" "Och hone! Ton't you'll never hear why?" "He can't have done you any harm." "Not done old Tuncan any harm! Tidn't you'll know what ta tog would pe toing to her aancestors of Glenco? Och hone! Och hone!
Lady Florimel smiled also, but with amusement. "Will my laty take Tuncan's message to my lord, ta marquis?" asked the old man. Now Lady Florimel had inherited her father's joy in teasing; and the thought of carrying him such an overture was irresistibly delightful. "I will take it," she said. "But what if he should be angry?" "If her lord pe angry, Tuncan is angry too," answered the piper.
"What was't ye thocht ye saw, as we cam frae the kirk, daddy?" asked Malcolm when they were seated at their dinner of broiled mackerel and boiled potatoes. "In other times she'll pe hafing such feeshions often, Malcolm, my son," he returned, avoiding an answer. "Like other pards of her race she would pe seeing in the speerit, where old Tuncan can see.
"But what has it all to do with your name? I declare I don't know what to call you." "Call her your own pard, old Tuncan MacPhail, my sweet laty, and haf ta patience with her, and she'll pe telling you aall apout eferyting, only you must gif her olt prams time to tumple temselfs apout. Her head grows fery stupid.
"That is goot luck for you, Tuncan, for if I wass your chudge I would be bound to condemn you you wass always so fond o' tellin' lies." "It iss true what you say, father. It iss a chip o' the old block that I am more's the peety." At this point the door of the prison opened, and Elspie was ushered in. "You here, father!" she exclaimed in evident surprise. "I had hoped to see Duncan alone."
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