'
The flush slowly darkened as he turned and said deliberately--
'It's not like you, Connor, to be an ass of that peculiar kind.
Love!--not exactly! She won't fall in love unless--' and he stopped
abruptly with his eyes upon Craig.
But Craig met him with unshrinking gaze, quietly remarking, 'Her heart
is under the pines'; and we moved on, each thinking his own thoughts,
and guessing at the thoughts of the others.
We were on our way to Craig's shack, and as we passed the saloon Slavin
stepped from the door with a salutation. Graeme paused. 'Hello, Slavin!
I got rather the worst of it, didn't I?'
Slavin came near, and said earnestly, 'It was a dirty thrick altogether;
you'll not think it was moine, Mr. Graeme.'
'No, no, Slavin! you stood up like a man,' said Graeme cheerfully.
'And you bate me fair; an' bedad it was a nate one that laid me out; an'
there's no grudge in me heart till ye.'
'All right, Slavin; we'll perhaps understand each other better after
this.'
'An' that's thrue for yez, sor; an' I'll see that your byes don't get
any more than they ask for,' replied Slavin, backing away.
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