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Then, tickled at the amazing impudence of the thing, he paused, smiled, dropped to the ground again, and watched the uncouth, retreating figure with chuckling amusement. "Did ye ever see the like o' that, Wullie?" he muttered. "Ma puir coat puir wee coatie! it gars me greet to see her in her pain.
With a bound he sprang at the open door; and again the strap came lashing down, and a wild voice: "Quick, Wullie! For God's sake, quick!" David slammed the door to. It shut with a rasping snap; and at the same moment a great body from without thundered against it with terrific violence, and a deep voice roared like the sea when thwarted of its prey.
At the sight of the laden table Willie took fright and declared his intention of doing an immediate 'slope. 'Ye didna tell me, he complained, 'there was to be a big compn'y. Macgregor grabbed him by the arm. 'Keep yer hair on, Wullie. There'll be naebody but the three o' us. There's nae scrimp aboot Christina, he added with pride. 'I believe ye! responded the reassured guest.
'It was awfu' dacent o' Wullie to clear oot, Macgregor remarked happily, as he moved his chair close to the one on which Christina had just seated herself. Christina's chin went up. 'It wud ha'e been dacenter o' him to ha'e waited till the time he was invited to wait. 'But he meant weel. I'm sure he didna want to gang, but he fancied it wud be nice to let you an' me ha'e a a . . .
'It's jist Wullie Thomson, said Macgregor, annoyed but reluctant to hurt his friend's feelings. 'D'ye no mind him? 'I have a very exclusive memory for faces. . . Dear me, he is going away! It was so. Either the glasses, or being called a gentleman, or both, had been too much even for Willie.
'If ever we get oot o' this, will ye len' us dew francs? ''Deed, ay. . . . Wullie, ye're riskin' yer life for me. 'Awa' an' chase yersel'! I wonder what that girl o' yours is thinkin' aboot the noo if she's no sleepin'. There was a pause till Macgregor said awkwardly: 'Christina's finished wi' me. 'Eh? 'I couldna tell ye afore; but she had got wind o' Maggie. 'Maggie! Oh, hell!
Marcella, however, took to going down oftener to the huts and always Wullie, who sensed these things, toasted fish three or four at a time over the embers, and roasted potatoes in the bed of ashes. It was in the summer following this last obsession that Andrew was taken suddenly ill.
"Why, even yo' should know so much," the boy sneered. The little man could not fail to understand. "So that's it!" he said. Then, in a scream, with one finger pointing to the great dog: "And what o' him? What'll ma Wullie be doin' the while? Tell me that, and ha' a care! Mind ye, he stan's here hearkenin'!" And, indeed, the Tailless Tyke was bristling for battle.
Whenever she went to the hut she would manage to be absent from a meal beforehand, and going to Jean, would ask for her ration of whatever was going. Down in the hut she and Wullie would sit round the fire of driftwood, reaching down dried herrings from the roof and toasting them on spits of wood for their feast.
And when he looked he realized that he had no defence whatsoever in the Maggie affair. Nothing was left him but love and regret. She touched his hand and seated herself. 'I couldna help comin', she said, smiling. 'Are ye feelin' better? 'Oh, ay. But I maun tell ye the truth. 'No a word, Mac, noo or ever. I'll no listen. 'But it's a' nonsense aboot me savin' a comrade. Wullie Thomson saved me.
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