"And yet that was what you came to see me about?"
"Yes, darling. You see, I----"
"I know, dear. You"ve come to tell me that you"re going to enlist. I"m glad, Ronnie, very glad--and very, very proud."
Myra turned away and looked out of the window.
"I hate people who talk a lot about their duty," I said; "but it obviously is my duty, and I know that"s what you would want me to do."
"Of course, dear, I wouldn"t have you do anything else." And she turned and smiled at me, though there were tears in her dear eyes.
"And I shall try to be brave, very brave, Ronnie. I"m getting a big girl now," she added pluckily, attempting a little laugh. And though, of course, we afterwards discussed the regiment I was to join, and how the uniform would suit me, and how you kept your b.u.t.tons clean, and a thousand other things, that was the last that was said about it from that point of view. There are some people who never need to say certain things--or at any rate there are some things that never need be said between certain people.
After lunch we strolled round the "fish-table," a sort of subsidiary pier on which the fish are auctioned, and listened to the excited conversations of the fish-curers, gutters, and fishermen. It was a veritable babel--the mournful intonation of the East Coast, the broad guttural of the Broomielaw, mingled with the shrill Gaelic scream of the Highlands, and the occasional tw.a.n.g of the c.o.c.kney tourist. Having retrieved Sholto, who was inspecting some fish which had been laid out to dry in the middle of the village street, and packed him safely in the bows, we set out to sea, Myra at the engine, while I took the tiller. As we glided out of the harbour I turned round, impelled by some unknown instinct. The parson"s dog was standing at the head of the main pier, seeing us safely off the premises, and beside him was the tall figure of my friend J. G. Hilderman. As I looked up at him I wondered if he recognised me; but it was evident he did, for he raised his cap and waved to me. I returned the compliment as well as I could, for just then Myra turned and implored me not to run into the lighthouse.
"Someone you know?" she asked, as I righted our course.
"Only a chap I met on the train," I explained.
"It looks like the tenant of Glasnabinnie, but I couldn"t be certain.
I"ve never met him, and I"ve only seen him once."
"Glasnabinnie!" I exclaimed, with a new interest. "Really! Why, that"s quite close to you, surely?"
"Just the other side of the loch, directly opposite us. A good swimmer could swim across, but a motor would take days to go round. So we"re really a long way off, and unless he turns up at some local function we"re not likely to meet him. He"s said to be an American millionaire; but then every American in these parts is supposed to have at least one million of money."
"Do you know anything about him--what he does, or did?" I asked.
"Absolutely nothing," she replied, "except, of course, the silly rumours that one always hears about strangers. He took Glasnabinnie in May--in fact, the last week of April, I believe. That rather surprised us, because it was very early for summer visitors. But he showed his good sense in doing so, as the country was looking gorgeous--Sgriol, na Ciche, and the Cuchulins under snow. I"ve heard (Angus McGeochan, one of our crofters, told me) he was an inventor, and had made a few odd millions out of a machine for sticking labels on canned meat. That and the fact that he is a very keen amateur photographer is the complete history of Mr. Hilderman so far as I know it. Anyway, he has a gorgeous view, hasn"t he? It"s nearly as good as ours."
"He has indeed," I agreed readily. "But I don"t think Hilderman can be very wealthy; no fishing goes with Glasnabinnie, there"s no yacht anchorage, and there"s no road to motor on. How does he get about?"
"He"s got a beautiful Wolseley launch," said Myra jealously, "a perfect beauty. He calls her the _Baltimore II._ She was lying alongside the _Hermione_ at Mallaig when we left. Oh! look up the loch, Ron! Isn"t it a wonderful view?"
And so the magnificent purple-gray summit of Sgor na Ciche, at the head of Loch Nevis, claimed our attention--(that and other matters of a personal nature)--and J. G. Hilderman went completely from our minds. Myra was a real Highlander of the West. She lived for its mountains and lochs, its rivers and burns, its magnificent coast and its fascinating animal life. She knew every little creek and inlet, every rock and shallow, every reef and current from Fort William to the Gair Loch. I have even heard it said that when she was twelve she could draw an accurate outline of Benbecula and North Uist, a feat that would be a great deal beyond the vast majority of grown-ups living on those islands themselves. As we turned to cross the head of Loch Hourn, Myra pointed out Glasnabinnie, nestling like a lump of grey lichen at the foot of the Croulin Burn. Anch.o.r.ed off the point was a small steam yacht, either a converted drifter or built on drifter lines.
"Our friend has visitors," said Myra, "and he"s not there to receive them. How very rude! That yacht is often there. She only makes about eight knots as a rule, although she gives you the impression she could do more. You see, she"s been built for strength and comfort more than for looks. She calls at Glasnabinnie in the afternoons sometimes, and is there after dark, and sails off before six." (Myra was always out of doors before six in the morning, whatever the weather.) "From which I gather," she continued, "that the owner lives some distance away and sleeps on board. She can"t be continuously cruising, or she would make a longer stay sometimes."
"You seem to know the ways of yacht-owners, dear," I said. "Hullo!
what is that hut on the cliff above the falls? That"s new, surely."
"Oh! that beastly thing," said Myra in disgust. "That"s his, too. A smoking-room and study, I believe. He had it built there because he has an uninterrupted view that sweeps the sea."
"Why "beastly thing"?" I asked. "It"s too far away to worry you, though it isn"t exactly pretty, and I know you hate to see anything in the shape of a new building going up."
"Oh! it annoys me," she answered airily, "and somehow it gets on daddy"s nerves. You see, it has a funny sort of window which goes all round the top of the hut. This is evidently divided into several small windows, because they swing about in the wind, and when the sun shines on them they catch the eye even at our distance. And, as I say, they get on daddy"s nerves, which have not been too good the last week or two."
"Never mind," I consoled her; "he"ll be all right when his friends come up for the Twelfth. I think the doctors are wrong to say that he should never have a lot of people hanging round him, because there can surely be no harm in letting him see a few friends. I certainly think he"s right to make an exception for the grouse."
"Grouse!" sniffed Myra. "They come for the Twelfth because they like to be seen travelling north on the eleventh! And I have to entertain them. And some of the ones who come for the first time tell me they suppose I know all the pretty walks round about! And in any case," she finished, in high indignation, "can you imagine _me_ entertaining anybody?"
"Yes, my dear, I can," I replied; and the "argument" kept us busy till we reached Invermalluch. The old General came down to the landing-stage to meet us, and was much more honestly pleased to see me than I had ever known him before.
"Ah! Ronald, my boy!" he exclaimed heartily. ""Pon my soul, I"m glad to see you. It"s true, I suppose? You"ve heard the news?"
The question amused me, because it was so typical of the old fellow.
Here had I come from London, where the Cabinet was sitting night and day, to a spot miles from the railway terminus, to be asked if I had heard the news!
"You mean the war, of course?" I replied.
"Yes; it"s come, my boy, at last. Come to find me on the shelf! Ah, well! It had to come sooner or later, and now we"re not ready. Ah, well, we must all do what we can. Begad, I"m glad to see you, my boy, thundering glad. It"s a bit lonely here sometimes for the little woman, you know; but she never complains." (In point of fact, she even contrived to laugh, and take her father"s arm affectionately in her"s.) "And besides, there are many things I want to have a talk with you about, Ronald--many things. By the way, had lunch?"
"We lunched at Mallaig, thank you, sir," I explained.
"Well, well, Myra will see you get all you want--won"t you, girlie?"
he said.
"I say, Ronnie," Myra asked, as we reached the house, "are you very tired after your journey, or shall we have a cup of tea and then take our rods for an hour or so?"
I stoutly declared I was not the least tired--as who could have been in the circ.u.mstances?--and I should enjoy an hour"s fishing with Myra immensely. So I ran upstairs and had a bath, and changed, and came down to find the General waiting for me. Myra had disappeared into the kitchen regions to give first-aid to a bare-legged crofter laddie who had cut his foot on a broken bottle.
"Well, my boy," said the old man, "you"ve come to tell us something.
What is it?"
"Oh!" I replied, as lightly as I could, "it is simply that we are in for a row with Germany, and I"ve got a part in the play, so to speak.
I"m enlisting."
"Good boy," he chuckled, "good boy! Applying for a commission, I suppose--man of your cla.s.s and education, and all that--eh?"
"Oh, heavens, no!" I laughed. "I shall just walk on with the crowd, to continue the simile."
"Glad to hear it, my boy--I am, indeed. "Pon my soul, you"re a good lad, you know--quite a good lad. Your father would have been proud of you. He was a splendid fellow--a thundering splendid fellow. We always used to say, "You can always trust Ewart to do the straight, clean thing; he"s a gentleman." I hope your comrades will say the same of you, my boy."
"By the way, sir," I added, "I also intended to tell you that in the circ.u.mstances I--I----Well, I mean to say that I shan"t--shan"t expect Myra to consider herself under--under any obligations to me."
However difficult it was for me to say it, I had been quite certain that the old General would think it was the right thing to say, and would be genuinely grateful to me for saying it off my own bat without any prompting from him. So I was quite unprepared for the outburst that followed.
"You silly young fellow!" he cried. ""Pon my soul, you are a silly young chap, you know. D"you mean to tell me you came here intending to tell my little girl to forget all about you just when you are going off to fight for your country, and may never come back? You mean to run away and leave her alone with an old crock of a father? You know, Ewart, you--you make me angry at times."
"I"m very sorry, sir," I apologised, though I had no recollection of having made him angry before.
"Oh! I know," he said, in a calmer tone. "Felt it was your duty, and all that--eh? I know. But, you see, it"s not your duty at all. No.
Now, there are one or two things I want to tell you that you don"t know, and I"ll tell you one of "em now and the rest later. The first thing--in absolute confidence, of course--is that----"
But at this point Myra walked in, and the General broke off into an incoherent mutter. He was a poor diplomatist.
"Ah! secrets? Naughty!" she exclaimed laughingly. "Are you ready, Ronnie?"
"He"s quite ready, my dear," said the old man graciously. "I"ve said all I want to say to him for the time being. Run along with girlie, Ewart. You don"t want to mess about with an old crock."