CHAPTER 14.
Afterward he inquired, frowning: "Where's McTee?
I met him an' he started back to find you." "He's gone off with his thoughts, Dan." Harrigan sighed, looking up to the stainless blue of the sky: "Aye, that's the way of the Scotch.

When they're happy in love, they go off by themselves an' brood like a dog that's thinking of a fight.

But were I he, I'd never be leavin' your side, colleen." His head tilted back in the way she had come to know, and she waited for the soft dialect: "I'd be singin' songs av love an' war-r-r, an' braggin' me hear-rt out, an' talkin' av the sea-green av your eyes, colleen.

Look at him now!" For the great form of McTee left the circle of the trees and approached them.
"He's got his head down between his shoulders like a whipped cur.

He's broodin', an' his soul is thick in a fog." "Dan, I trust you to cheer him up; but you'll not speak of me ?" "Not I.He's a proud man, Black McTee, an' he'd be angered to the core of him if he thought you'd talked about him an' his love to Harrigan.
Whisht, Kate, I'll handle him like fire! "The wood," he began, as McTee came in.