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Think of all those great leviathans after the poor little "Widow Mickey"! One came tearing down on her sideways, while the Brooklyn fired on her from the other side, when brave Captain Warley put the nose of the Manassas under the first, and tilted her over so that the whole broadside passed over, instead of through, the McRae, who spit back its poor little fire at both.
But Macdonald could get no satisfaction out of him, and he said to his nephew, "What is it, Ranald?" "It is the elders, Peter McRae and Straight Rory," said Ranald, sullenly. "They were saying that Mack was that Mack was "
He then took Rowan in his automobile to the county jail and threw him in a cell, along with B. E. Peck, who had previously been given a "floater" out of town for having spoken on the street on or about August 15th. McRae was drunk. More than half a thousand indignant citizens followed the twenty-one arrested persons to the jail, loudly condemning the outrage against their constitutional rights.
The Policeman McRae led his charge up in front of the magistrate, and taking off his hat, said: "Here are the prisoners, your worship." Lord Vincent, as with the purpose of proving himself a gentleman at least in external manners, even under the most trying circumstances, advanced and bowed to the magistrate.
But little did Ranald care. That young man was striding homeward through the night, his head striking the stars. His path lay through the woods, and when he came to the "sugar camp" road, he stood still, and let the memories of the night when he had snatched Maimie from the fire troop through his mind. Suddenly he thought of Aleck McRae, and laughed aloud. "Poor Aleck," he said.
"We went out in the country until we came to where the road crosses the interurban tracks about two miles from Silver Lake and McRae told me to get out. He then pointed down the track and says, 'There is the road to Seattle and you beat it! so I started down the track. "I hadn't gone far, maybe 50 or 75 yards, when I met a bunch of gunmen. They came at me with guns.
After having been held by McRae for eight days without any commitment papers, Rowan was turned over to the city police and released on September 1st. He returned to the street corner and spoke for several succeeding nights including "Labor Day" which fell on the 4th.
Locky McRae, the boss of the shift, had run on ahead, probably to warn Mrs. Hardy. The boy saw Harry carried to his mother's house, saw a man hurry by to call Mrs. Haddon, and waited for some time after she arrived, hidden in a gutter near at hand, listening for every word.
A French voyageur lifted his throat in a peculiar shout that was half a bark. Indians and half-breeds snowshoed down the street beside the sled. At the door of the McRae house stood Angus, his wife, and daughter. "God wi' you haith," the trapper called. Jessie waved a scarf, and Beresford, who had spent the previous evening with her, threw up a hand in gay greeting.
Roderick wondered why the young man should take such pains to be polite to him. "Did you want to see Lawyer Ed?" he asked. "No, no, thank you," he cried in alarm. "He's not in, is he? No, I just wanted to see you, Mr. McRae not professionally you understand but that is personally, on a very sacred matter."
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