Part 35 (1/2)
Then to Mr Stewart he said, 'I a to escape I know I shall be taken I'd rather give myself up to you than to any one else
If you wass not to be letting rateful to you I will be, sir'
The laird looked greatly distressed
'Neil,you It's none of o away if you like; I shall not try to prevent you'
Neil shook his head
'It iss no use, sir,' he said; 'I would rather yield ofnow I had nothing to do with the theft of the letters, but it iss noto live, and she need neffer know if things go against me
Keep it from her if you can'
Marjorie stood by, white and tre tears than she could have believed possible
'You can come with me for the present, Neil,' said the laird; 'we'll see what can be done'
A pony cart was chartered froot in with the others and a sorrowful party set out across the moors
When they reached Ardnavoir, the ill news seeie looked stormily from an upperand then came into the hall where Allan and the Graha, and Mrs Stewart ca and dark with dismay
Neil dropped into the chair that was offered hiathered silently around hiie put his hand protectingly on his friend's shoulder In the background, Mr Stewart fidgeted with the things that had been carried in fro tears, poor little girl, leaning against herto do was Laddie, who came in, planted himself in front of Neil, and endeavoured to express his syed hand Al it, Neil put out his hand and caressed the dog's smooth head, and the two re
Every one was feeling verydrew up at the door, and several persons sprang down and burst into the hall
CHAPTER XV
HAMISH TO THE RESCUE
The storm which awakened Marjorie had also roused Ha down, and the burn rushi+ng along in heavy spate
'Fine fishi+ng, to-morrow,' said Ha The rain can't last long at this rate'
He lay a little longer, listening to the rushi+ng of the burn; then he began to think of the people who ht; Neil (who he hoped would take shelter in one of the cottages if the gale continued) and the gipsies, and Gibbie MacKerrach
At the thought of Gibbie a sudden recollection came into his sleepy brain
He remembered the lad's lair in the hills, above his father's house, and that the wind had been blowing from that direction on the day when a paper had been found fluttering in the ruins
Had no one ever connected the crazy lad with the robbery?