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"I will leave the time to your meeserable conscience," said Miss McTavish generously. "Meanwhile, my dear man, while the semblance of prosperity abides over my head in the shape of a roof, there's a matter o' ten pound " Mr. Traquair rose briskly to his feet. "Ten pound!" he exclaimed. "Only ten pound," she wheedled.
The Ancient Mariner, as every one called Sandy McTavish, was the captain's elder brother, and he made no secret of the fact that he intended to run the Inverness as he pleased, if he ran her to Davy Jones. Accordingly he smoked and spun yarns all day long in true nautical fashion, and young Peter McDuff did the work. But Peter looked at Roderick puzzled, and grinned good naturedly.
That is why I have to hurry over the preliminaries." "The preliminaries," she cried, almost in tears. "Do you know who I am that you treat me like a barmaid?" "Ladies," said McTavish, "who masquerade as housekeepers ought to know what to expect." Her face was a blank of astonishment. "Traquair told," she said indignantly. "Wait till I " "No," said McTavish; "the porter at Brig O'Dread told.
His policy of permitting no intercourse with white men had been eminently right, so far as survival of his own people was concerned; and after the visit of the last cruiser he had had his own way until David Grief and McTavish the Trouble-mender landed on the deserted beach where once had stood the German bungalow and barracks and the various English mission-houses.
When Mrs Scholtz awoke that morning, rubbed her eyes, looked up and discovered that Junkie's crib was empty, she sprang from her bed, perceived the open lattice, and gave vent to an awful scream. In barbarous times and regions a shriek is never uttered in vain. The McTavish household was instantly in the room, some of them in deshabille some armed all alarmed.
The vote may go as it likes, but the motion must be carried." Riel raged like a madman. That night, in his fury, he went to the bedside of Governor McTavish, sick as he was, and it is said, threatened to have him shot at once. Dr. Cowan, the master of the fort, was arrested, and so was Mr. Bannatyne, the chief merchant, as well as Charles Nolan, a loyal French delegate.
Murray McTavish continued at his post, undemonstrative, without a sign. The stream of spring traffic, which consisted chiefly of outfitting on credit the less provident trappers and pelt-hunters for their summer campaign, went on without interruption. His projected journey had been definitely abandoned. But for all his outward manner he was less at his ease than would have seemed.
His appetite had left him, and he took his own pulse stealthily under the table. There was no question but what it was increasing, but he failed to ascribe it to the gin he had taken. McTavish, rifle in hand, went out on the veranda to reconnoiter. "They're massing up at the cook-house," was his report. "And they've no end of Sniders.
The porter, who brought this word himself, being a privileged character, looked very wistful when he had delivered it as much as to say that the frightful itching of his palm had not been as yet wholly assuaged. The McTavish smiled. "Bring the gentleman to the Great Tower door, McDougall," she said, "and I will show him about, myself." The proud porter's face fell.
Miss MacNish took a step forward with a sudden hilarious brightening in her eyes. "Are you quizzing me," she said, "or are you outlining your honest and mad intentions? And if the latter, won't you tell me why? Why, in heaven's name, should you ask The McTavish to marry you at first sight?" "I can't explain it," said McTavish. "But even if I never have seen her I love her."
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