Three Boys.
by George Manville Fenn.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE MACKHAI OF DUN ROE.
"Look here, Scoodrach, if you call me she again, I"ll kick you!"
"I didna ca" you she. I only said if she"d come ten the hoose aifter she had the parritch--"
"Well, what did I say?"
"Say? Why, she got in a pa.s.sion."
Whop! Flop!
The sound of a back-handed slap in the chest, followed by a kick, both delivered by Kenneth Mackhai, the recipient being a red-headed, freckled-faced lad of seventeen, who retaliated by making a sharp s.n.a.t.c.h at the kicking foot, which he caught and held one half moment. The result was startling.
Kenneth Mackhai, the sun-browned, well-knit, handsome son of "the Chief," came down in a sitting position on the stones, and screwed up his face with pain.
"Scood, you beggar!" he roared; "I"ll serve you out for--"
"Ken, are you coming to breakfast?" cried a loud, severe voice from fifty yards away.
"Coming, father!" shouted the lad, leaping up, giving himself a shake to rearrange his dark green kilt, and holding up his fist threateningly at the bare-legged, grinning lad before him. "Just you wait till after breakfast, Master Scood, and I"ll make you squint."
The lad ran up the steep slope to the garden surrounding the ancient castle of Dunroe, which had been built as a stronghold somewhere about the fourteenth century, and still stood solid on its rocky foundation; a square, keep-like edifice, with a round tower at each corner, mouldering, with portions of the battlements broken away, but a fine monument still of the way in which builders worked in the olden time.
The portion Kenneth Mackhai approached had for inhabitants only the jackdaws, which enc.u.mbered the broken stairs by the loopholes with their nests; but, after pa.s.sing beneath a gloomy archway and crossing the open interior, he left the old keep by another archway, to enter the precincts of the modern castle of Dunroe, a commodious building, erected after the style of the old, and possessing the advantages of a roof and floors, with large windows looking across the dazzling sea.
Kenneth entered a handsome dining-room, where the breakfast was spread, and where his father, The Mackhai, a tall, handsome man of fifty, was pacing angrily up and down.
"Sorry I kept you, father. Scood said there was a seal on the lower rocks, and--"
"The scoundrel! How dare he?" muttered The Mackhai. "To take such a mean advantage of his position. I will not suffer it. I"ll--"
"I"m very sorry, father!" faltered Kenneth, crossing slowly toward his frowning elder. "I did not mean to--"
"Eh! what, Ken, my boy?" cried The Mackhai, with his countenance changing. "I"ve only just come in. Sit down, my lad. You must be half-starved, eh?"
"I thought you were cross with me, sir."
"Cross? Angry? Not a bit. Why?"
"You said--"
"Tchah! nonsense! Thinking aloud. What did you say?--a seal?"
"Yes, father. Scood said there was one, but it had gone."
"Then you didn"t shoot it? Well, I"m not sorry. They"re getting scarce now, and I like to see the old things about the old place. Hah!" he continued, after a pause that had been well employed by both at the amply-supplied, handsomely-furnished table; "and I like the old porridge for breakfast. Give me some of that salmon, Ken. No; I"ll have a kipper."
"More coffee, please, father," said Ken, with his mouth full. "Have a scone, father? They"re prime."
"Gently with the b.u.t.ter, my boy. There is such a thing as bile."
"Is there, father?" said Kenneth, who was spreading the rich yellow churning a full quarter of an inch thick.
"Is there, sir! Yes, there is. As I know to my cost. Ah!" he added, with a sigh, and his face wrinkled and made him look ten years older; "but there was a time when I did not know the meaning of the word!"
"Oh, I say, father," cried Kenneth merrily, "don"t! You"re always pretending to be old, and yet you can walk me down stalking, and Long Shon says you can make him sore-footed any day."
"Nonsense! nonsense!" said The Mackhai, smiling.
"Oh, but you can, father!" said Kenneth, with his mouth full. "And see how you ran with that salmon yesterday, all among the stones."
"Ah, yes! I manage to hold my own; but I hope you"ll husband your strength better than I did, my boy," said The Mackhai, with a sigh.
"I only hope I shall grow into such a fine man!" cried Kenneth, with his face lighting up, as he gazed proudly at his father. "Why, Donald says--"
"Tut, tut, tut! Silence, you miserable young flatterer! Do you want to make your father conceited? There, that will do."
"Coming fishing to-day, father?"
There was no answer.
The Mackhai had taken up a letter brought in that morning by one of the gillies, and was frowning over it as he re-read its contents, and then sat thoughtfully gazing out of the window across the glittering sea, at the blue mountains in the distance, tapping the table with his fingers the while.
"Wonder what"s the matter!" thought Kenneth. "Some one wants some money, I suppose."
The boy"s face puckered up a little as he ceased eating, and watched his father"s face, the furrows in the boy"s brow giving him a wonderful likeness to the keen-eyed, high-browed representative of a fine old Scottish clan.
"Wish I had plenty of money," thought Kenneth; and he sighed as he saw his father"s face darken.
Not that there was the faintest sign of poverty around, for the room was tastily furnished in good old style; the carpet was thick, a silver coffee-pot glistened upon the table, and around the walls were goodly paintings of ancestral Mackhais, from the bare-armed, scale-armoured chief who fought the Macdougals of Lome, down to Ronald Mackhai, who represented Ross-shire when King William sat upon the throne.
"I can"t help myself," muttered The Mackhai at last. "Here, Ken, what were you going to do to-day?"
"I was going up the river after a salmon."
"Not to-day, my boy. Here, I"ve news for you. Mr Blande, my London solicitor, writes me word that his son is coming down--a boy about your age."
"Son--coming down? Did you invite him, father?"
"Eh? No: never mind that," said The Mackhai hastily. "Coming down to stay with us a bit. Regular London boy. Not in very good health. You must be civil to him, Ken, and show him about a bit."
"Yes, father," said Kenneth, who felt from his father"s manner that the coming guest was not welcome.