His features were rugged but notunpleasing. Had
Jaikie had six more inches of height he would have failed.
The historian must return upon his tracks in order
to tell of thegreat event thus baldly announced.
You will find him in a bog-hole or a pool in the
burn. He is nowbeyond the reach of your ingratitude. Youve got agood job with the
Craw papers.
There were candles on the table in the pleasant
dining-room, andone large lamp on the sideboard. Dougal in appearance was what our
grandfatherscalled a Gothic survival. Ive nothing to dowith his shoddy
politics.
Proudfoot turned to his colleague and saw that the
Moderatorseye was puzzled and uncertain.
Had Jaikie had six more inches of height he would
have failed.
Theywere remotely interested in the fates of their
old comrades, but nomore.
His first obstacle was the Kangaroo scrum-half, who
had come acrossthe field. He darted in and gathered the ball, dodging Clausons weary
tackle. Man, Jaikie, its an extraordinary thing youve taken so
littlehurt.
In his excitement he could not find his
spectacles.
His head no longer appeared to be too big for his
body;it was massive, not monstrous. Man, man, said Mark gently, you and your like
have mostlamentably confounded God and Devil. Hes quit of that habitnow, but they
tell me that when hes real excited he turns as whiteas paper. I do not defend Mr
McCunns taste, for he had amemory stored with bad precedents. Amos Ritchie and
Reiverslaw slipped out after him, and the key wasturned in the lock. But what does
Mr Craw say to your politics?
Already to the two young menthe world of six years
ago and its denizens had become hazy.