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They float, they sail and row, they steer " "Rather badly sometimes, according to your own showing!" remarked Barret. Having cleared the Pentland Firth, Mabberly consulted the skipper one morning as to the prospects of the weather. "Going to fall calm, I fear," he said, as McPherson came aft with his hands in his pilot-coat pockets. "Ay, sir, that iss true, what-e-ver."
"You forget that we have been wrecked," returned Barret with a laugh, "and have no `things' to carry, except our own damp carcases." "That's true, sir, but we'll be none the worse o' the poy, what-e-ver. Come away, Tonal'," said Ian, as they started back along the shore. "It iss under the Eagle Cliff where ye came to laund, I make no doot?"
They expected to see him swim, for Junkie knew he was an expert swimmer; but the poor man was floating quietly down with the current, his head under water. "Banged his heed, what-e-ver!" cried Donald, jumping up and bounding down the bank to the lower and shallow end of the pool.
"Pretty well with some of the views; but I ruined the last one, because father would have me introduce Captain McPherson and his man McGregor." "Is that so, captain?" asked Mrs Gordon. "Oo, ay; it iss true enough," answered the skipper, with a grim smile. "He made a queer like mess o' me, what-e-ver." "How was it, Archie?" "Well, mother, this is how it was.
"Aunt Moss is a buster," was Junkie's ambiguous opinion, in which Flo and the black doll coincided. "Tonal'," said Roderick, as he groomed the bay horse, "the old wumman iss a fery tough person." To which "Tonal'" assented, "she iss, what-e-ver." There came a rainy day at last at Kinlossie House. Such days will come at times in human experience, both in metaphor and fact.
Quietly, but promptly, Jackman drew his discourse to a close, and stepped out of the desk, remarking, in the very same voice with which he had preached, that he feared he had kept them too long, and that he hoped none of the congregation had far to go. "We hev that, sir," said the old elder, shaking him warmly by the hand; "but we don't heed that, an' we are fery glad that we came, what-e-ver."
"I'll tak' care o' them mysel', sir." "Ye need na' fash yer heed aboot us, laird," said the skipper. "Bein' more used to the sea than the mountains, we will be content to look on. Iss that not so, Shames?" "That iss so what-e-ver," returned the seaman. "Well, come along then; the beaters must be at work now. How many did you get, Ivor?"
A sniffing action of the nose told what "that" meant. "Don't you smell a smell, Tonal'?" Donald sniffed, and replied that he did "what-e-ver." "It wull pe somethin' on fire, Tonal'," said the groom, dropping the harness-brush and running out to the yard. Donald being of the same opinion, followed him.
To Ivor, indeed, it was quite a new experience, and he regarded it with a smile of grim contempt. "There iss noise enough what-e-ver!" remarked Skipper McPherson, who sat beside the keeper with a double-barrelled gun charged with buckshot, which he had in readiness. "Look! look!" exclaimed Ivor, pointing to another part of the pass, "your friend McGregor has got a fright!" "Ay, that's true.
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