Three Boys; Or, The Chiefs of the Clan Mackhai

by George Manville Fenn

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

  MAX ASKS THE WAY TO GLASGOW.

  "And does everything go to him, father?" said Kenneth that same evening,as he sat with his father in the study, the table covered with papers,and the wind from off the sea seeming to sigh mournfully around theplace.

  "Everything, my boy. Mortgage upon mortgage, interest and principal,built up and increasing year by year, till it has come to this. There,you do not understand these things. It is the worst."

  "Yes, father. Well, we must meet it, as you say, like men. But it willbe very hard to leave the old place. Poor old Scoody, and Tavish,and--"

  "Don't talk about it, my boy, or you'll drive me mad. There, the horrorhas come, and it's over. We shall not be able to leave here yet for amonth, perhaps. The man Blande has sent me a letter. I am not to hurryaway; now he has asserted his rights, he says he wishes to be courteousto the man who has behaved so well to his son. Hah! where is Max?"

  "In his room, I suppose, father."

  "Fetch him down, Ken," said The Mackhai cheerfully, "and let meapologise to the poor boy. I insulted him grossly, for he couldn't haveknown why he was sent down here."

  "Say that again, father!" cried Kenneth excitedly.

  "There is no need, my boy. I am sure he must have been in profoundignorance of everything. It was a bitter blow when he was sent downuninvited; but I think we have behaved well to him till now."

  "You don't know how glad you have made me feel, father!" cried Kenneth,flushing. "I couldn't have borne for poor old Max to have turned out amiserable spy."

  "You like this boy, then?"

  "Like him, father! Why, he is the best of fellows! When he came downhere first, I laughed at him, and thought him the most silly molly of achap I ever met. But he's so good-hearted and patient, and takeseverything so well, and all the time so genuinely plucky as soon as hemakes up his mind to face anything, that you can't help liking him."

  "Yes; I like him too," said The Mackhai; "and, as I said, I grosslyinsulted the poor boy in my rage. Fetch him down, Ken, and I'll ask himto forgive me--like a gentleman."

  "And he will, father--I know he will!" cried Kenneth eagerly.

  "Why, Ken, my boy," said his father sadly, "you are not jealous of thenew prince--the heir to Dunroe?"

  "No, father," said Ken, shaking his head sadly. "I think he likes metoo. Some day, perhaps, he may ask me to come down here and stay withhim, and see the old place once more."

  "No," said The Mackhai sternly. "You can never enter this place againexcept as the master, my boy. Fetch Mr Max Blande down."

  Kenneth gazed for a moment sadly at his father, and then slowly left theroom, when the stern look left the unfortunate man's face, and hedropped his head upon his hands.

  "My poor boy!" he groaned. "My poor boy! Ruined! and by me!"

  It was as if a responsive moan echoed round the house as a gust of windcame off the sea, and, starting and looking wildly round, The Mackhairose and gazed out upon the dark sea and the dimly-seen black cloudsscudding across the gloomy sky.

  "It will be a bad night," he said sadly. "Ah, well, I must bear it likea man! Let's see if I can eat some dinner."

  He crossed to the bell and rang.

  The old butler answered the summons at once.

  "Let us have the dinner at once, Grant."

  "Yes, sir. Everything is quite ready, sir," said the old butler, withhis eyes full of sympathy for his master in his time of trouble.

  "Are those--those people in the kitchen, Grant?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Treat them respectfully and well, Grant. I wish it to be so."

  "Yes, sir."

  The butler was retiring, when Kenneth's step was heard coming hastilyalong, and, as he burst into the room,--

  "Father," he cried, "he's gone!"

  "Gone?"

  "Yes. Max has gone."

  "Gone? Impossible! Where could he have gone?"

  "Scoodrach saw him go, hours ago, right up the track; and he watched himtill he saw him disappear."

  "What! across the mountain--alone?"

  "Yes, father," cried Kenneth excitedly.

  "But walking--to be overtaken by a night like this--the precipices--thebogs! Good heavens, Kenneth! he could not have been so mad!"

  "He asked Scood if Glasgow did not lie out there," said Kennethhoarsely; "and he told him, yes."

  "He told him that? The young scoundrel! Why?"

  The Mackhai ran to the bell, tore at it, and Grant came.

  "Is Scoodrach anywhere here?"

  "Yes, sir; in the kitchen."

  "Send him here."

  There was utter silence in the room for a few minutes, and then theyoung gillie was ushered in.

  "Stop, Grant, you need not go," cried The Mackhai. "Now, sir," he saidto Scoodrach, "did you tell Mr Max Blande that over the mountains wasthe way to Glasgow?"

  "She said was tat ta wa' to Glasgie, and she said, `Oh ay.'"

  "And you let that poor boy go out over the mountain to lose himselfamong the rocks and moss, knowing that he could not find his way?"

  "Oh ay!" said Scoodrach coolly.

  "And that he might lose his life?"

  "Oh ay."

  "You young villain! how dared you do this? You've murdered him,perhaps."

  "Oh ay; she hopes she has."

  "What!" roared The Mackhai. "You did it on purpose, then?"

  "Ay," cried Scoodrach, flashing up, and, dashing the bonnet he helddefiantly on the carpet, he stamped upon it. "And she'd kill any monwho tried to rob ta bonnie young Chief Kenneth of her rights!"