The sooner, then, that he could compa.s.s and overpa.s.s his difficulties the more swiftly would his face be again set to the south, and the aching emptiness of his soul be filled with a strange and thrilling expectancy. The wind whistled in his face as he rounded the Bennan and got his first glimpse of the Kells range, stretching far away over surge after surge of heather and bent, through which, here and there, the grey teeth of the granite shone. It is no blame to him that, as he pa.s.sed on from horizon to horizon, each step which took him farther and farther from Craig Ronald seemed to bring him nearer and nearer to Winsome. He was going away, yet with each mile he regained the rebounding spirit of youth, while Winsome lay dazed in her room at Craig Ronald. But let it not be forgotten that he went in order that no more she might so lie with the dry mechanic sobs catching ever and anon in her throat. So the world is not so ill divided, after all. And, being a woman, perhaps Winsome"s grief was as dear and natural to her as Ralph"s elastic hopefulness.
Soon Ralph and Jock Gordon were striding across the moors towards Moniaive. Ralph wished to breakfast at one of the inns in New Galloway, but this Jock Gordon would not allow. He did not like that kind o" folk, he said.
"Gie"s tippens, an" that"ll serve brawly," said Jock.
Ralph drew out Winsome"s purse; he looked at it reverently and put it back again. It seemed too early, and too material a use of her love-token.
"Nae sillar in"t?" queried Jock. "How"s that? It looks brave and baggy."
"I think I will do without for the present," said Ralph.
"Aweel," said Jock, "ye may, but I"m gaun to hae my breakfast a"
the same, sillar or no sillar."
In twenty minutes he was back by the d.y.k.eside, where he had left Ralph sitting, twining Winsome"s purse through his fingers, and thinking on the future, and all that was awaiting him in Edinburgh town.
Jock seemed what he had called Winsome"s purse--baggy.
Then he undid himself. From under the lower b.u.t.tons of his long russet "sleeved waistcoat" with the long side flaps which, along with his sailor-man"s trousers, he wore for all garment, he drew a barn-door fowl, trussed and cooked, and threw it on the ground.
Now came a dozen farles of cake, crisp and toothsome, from the girdle, and three large scones raised with yeast.
Then followed, out of some receptacle not too strictly to be localized, half a pound of b.u.t.ter, wrapped in a cabbage-leaf, and a quart jug of pewter.
Ralph looked on in amazement.
"Where did you get all these?" he asked.
"Get them? Took them!" said Jock succinctly. "I gaed alang to Mistress MacMorrine"s, an" says I, "Guid-mornin" till ye, mistress, an" hoo"s a" wi" ye the day?" for I"m a ceevil chiel when folks are ceevil to me."
""Nane the better for seein" you, Jock Gordon," says she, for she"s an unceevil wife, wi" nae mair mainners nor gin she had just come ower frae Donnachadee--the ill-mainnered randy.
""But," says I, "maybes ye wad be the better o" kennin" that the kye"s eatin" your washin" up on the loan. I saw Provost Weir"s muckle Ayreshire halfway through wi" yer best quilt," says I.
"She flung up her hands.
""Save us!" she cries; "could ye no hae said that at first?"
"An" wi" that she ran as if Auld Hornie was at her tail, screevin"
ower the kintra as though she didna gar the beam kick at twa hunderweicht guid."
"But was that true, Jock Gordon?" asked Ralph, astounded.
"True!--what for wad it be true? Her washin" is lyin" bleachin", fine an" siccar, but she get a look at it and a braw sweet. A race is guid exercise for ony yin that its as muckle as Luckie MacMorrine."
"But the provisions--and the hen?" asked Ralph, fearing the worst.
"They were on her back-kitchen table. There they are now," said Jock, pointing with his foot, as though that was all there was to say about the matter.
"But did you pay for them?" he asked.
"Pay for them! Does a dowg pay for a sheep"s heid when he gangs oot o" the butcher"s shop wi" yin atween his teeth, an" a twa-pund wecht playin" dirl on his hench-bane? Pay for"t! Weel, I wat no!
Didna yer honour tell me that ye had nae sillar, an" sae gaed it in hand to Jock?"
Ralph started up. This might be a very serious matter. He pulled out Winsome"s purse again. In the end he tried first there was silver, and in the other five golden guineas in a little silken inner case. One of the guineas Ralph took out, and, handing it to Jock, he bade him gather up all that he had stolen and take his way back with them. Then he was to buy them from Luckie MacMorrine at her own price.
"Sic a noise aboot a bit trifle!" said Jock. "What"s aboot a bit chuckle an" a heftin" o" cake? Haivers!"
But very quickly Ralph prevailed upon him, and Jock took the guinea. At his usual swift wolf"s lope he was out of sight over the long stretches of heather and turf so speedily that he arrived at the drying-ground on the hillside before Luckie MacMorrine, handicapped by her twenty stone avoirdupois, had perspired thither.
Jock met her at the gate.
"Noo, mistress," exclaimed Jock, busily smoothing out the wrinkles and creases of a fine linen sheet, with "E. M. M." on the corner, "d"ye see this? I juist gat here in time, and nae mair. Ye see, thae randies o" kye, wi" their birses up, they wad sune hae seen the last o" yer bonny sheets an" blankets, gin I had letten them."
Mistress MacMorrine did not waste a look on the herd of cows, but proceeded to go over her washing with great care. Jock had just arrived in time to make hay of it, before the owner came puffing up the road. Had she looked at the cows curiously it might have struck her that they were marvellously calm for such ferocious animals. This seemed to strike Jock, for he went after them, throwing stones at them in the manner known as "henchin"" [jerking from the side], much practised in Galloway, and at which Jock was a remarkable adept. Soon he had them excited enough for anything, and pursued them with many loud outcryings till they were scattered far over the moor.
When he came back he said: "Mistress MacMorrine, I ken brawly that ye"ll be wushin" to mak" me some sma" recompense for my trouble an" haste. Weel, I"ll juist open my errand to ye. Ye see the way o"t was this: There is twa gentlemen shooters on the moors, the Laird o" Balbletherum an" the Laird o" Glower-ower-"em-twa respect.i.t an" graund gentlemen. They war wantin" some luncheon, but they were that busy shootin" that they hadna time to come, so they says to me, "Jock Gordon, do ye ken an honest woman in this neighbourhood that can supply something to eat at a reasonable chairge?" "Yes," says I, "Mistress MacMorrine is sic a woman, an"
nae ither." "Do ye think she could pit us up for ten days or a fortnight?" says they. "I doot na", for she"s weel plenisht an"
providit," I says. "Noo, I didna ken but ye micht be a lang time detained wi" the kye (as indeed ye wad hae been, gin I hadna come to help ye), an" as the lairds couldna be keepit, I juist took up the bit luncheon that I saw on your kitchie table, an" here it is, on its way to the wames o" the gentlemen--whilk is an honour till"t.""
Mistress MacMorrine did not seem to be very well pleased at the unceremonious way in which Jock had dealt with the contents of her larder, but the inducement was too great to be gainsaid.
"Ye"ll mak" it reasonable, nae doot," said Jock, "sae as to gie the gentlemen a good impression. There"s a" thing in a first impression."
"Tak" it till them an" welcome--wi" the compliments o" Mrs.
MacMorrine o" the Blue Bell, mind an" say till them. Ye may consider it a recognition o" yer ain trouble in the matter o" the kye; but I will let the provost hear o"t on the deafest side o"
his heid when he ca"s for his toddy the nicht."
"Thank ye, mistress," said Jock, quickly withdrawing with his purchases; "there"s nocht like obleegements for makin" freends."
At last Ralph saw Jock coming at full speed over the moor.
He went forward to him anxiously.
"Is it all right?" he asked.
"It"s a" richt, an" a" paid for, an" mair, gin ye like to send Jock for"t; an" I wasna to forget Mistress MacMorrine"s compliments to ye intil the bargain."
Ralph looked mystified.
"Ye wadna see the Laird o" Balbletherum? Did ye?" said Jock, c.o.c.king his impudent, elvish head to the side.
"Who is he?" asked Ralph.
"Nor yet the Laird o" Glower--ower--"em?"
"I have seen n.o.body from the time you went away," said Ralph.
"Then we"ll e"en fa" to. For gin thae twa braw gentlemen arena here to partake o" the guid things o" this life, then there"s the mair for you an" Jock Gordon."