John Macnab (Unabridged). Buchan John

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      Presently Sir Archie arose and stepped out on the half-submerged boulder. He was getting very proud of the way he had learned to manage his game leg, and it occurred to him that here was a chance of testing his balance. If he could hop across on the stones to the other side he might regard himself as an able-bodied man. Balancing himself with his stick as a rope-dancer uses his pole, he in due course reached the middle of the current. After that it was more difficult, for the stones were smaller and the stream more rapid, but with an occasional splash and flounder he landed safely, to be saluted with a shower of spray from Mackenzie, who had taken the deep-water route.

      “Not so bad that, for a crock,” he told himself, as he lay full length in the sun watching the faint line of the Haripol hills overtopping the ridge of Crask.

      Half an hour was spent in idleness till the dawning of hunger warned him to return. The crossing as seen from this side looked more formidable, for the first stones could only be reached by jumping a fairly broad stretch of current. Yet the jump was achieved, and with renewed confidence Sir Archie essayed the more solid boulders. All would have gone well had not he taken his eyes from the stones and observed on the bank beyond a girl’s figure. She had been walking by the stream and had stopped to stare at the portent of his performance. Now Sir Archie was aware that his style of jumping was not graceful and he was discomposed by his sudden gallery. Nevertheless, the thing was so easy that he could scarcely have failed had it not been for the faithful Mackenzie. That animal had resolved to follow his master’s footsteps, and was jumping steadily behind him. But three boulders from the shore they jumped simultaneously, and there was not standing-room for both. Sir Archie, already nervous, slipped, recovered himself, slipped again, and then, accompanied by Mackenzie, subsided noisily into three feet of water.

      He waded ashore to find himself faced by a girl in whose face concern struggled with amusement. He lifted a dripping hand and grinned.

      “Silly exhibition, wasn’t it? All the fault of Mackenzie! Idiotic brute of a dog, not to remember my game leg!”

      “You’re horribly wet,” the girl said, “but it was sporting of you to try that crossing. What about dry clothes?”

      “Oh, no trouble about that. I’ve only to get up to Crask.”

      “You’re Sir Archibald Roylance, aren’t you? I’m Janet Raden. I’ve been with papa to call on you, but you’re never at home.”

      Sir Archie, having now got the water out of his eyes and hair was able to regard his interlocutor. He saw a slight girl with what seemed to him astonishingly bright hair and very blue and candid eyes. She appeared to be anxious about his dry clothes, for she led the way up the bank at a great pace, while he lingered behind her. Suddenly she noticed the limp.

      “Oh, please forgive me, I forgot about your leg. You had another smash, hadn’t you, besides the one in the war—steeplechasing, wasn’t it?”

      “Yes, but it didn’t signify. I’m all right again and get about anywhere, but I’m a bit slower on the wing, you know.”

      “You’re keen about horses?”

      “Love ‘em.”

      “So do I. Agatha—that’s my sister—doesn’t care a bit about them. She would like to live all the year at Glenraden, but—I’m ashamed to say it—I would rather have a foggy November in Warwickshire than August in Scotland. I simply dream of hunting.”

      The ardent eyes and the young grace of the girl seemed marvellous things to Sir Archie. “I expect you go uncommon well,” he murmured.

      “No, only moderate. I only get scratch mounts. You see I stay with my Aunt Barbara, and she’s too old to hunt, and has nothing in her stables but camels. But this year…” She broke off as she caught sight of the pools forming round Sir Archie’s boots. “I mustn’t keep you here talking. You be off home at once.”

      “Don’t worry about me. I’m wet for days on end when I’m watchin’ birds in the spring. You were sayin’ about this year?”

      Her answer was a surprising question. “Do you know anybody called John Macnab?”

      Sir Archibald Roylance was a resourceful mountebank and did not hesitate.

      “Yes. The distiller, you mean? Dhuniewassel Whisky? I’ve seen his advertisements—‘They drink Dhuniewassel, In cottage and castle—’ That chap?”

      “No, no, somebody quite different. Listen, please, if you’re not too wet, for I want you to help me. Papa has had the most extraordinary letter from somebody called John Macnab, saying he means to kill a stag in our forest between certain dates, and daring us to prevent him. He is going to hand over the beast to us if he gets it and pay fifty pounds, but if he fails he is to pay a hundred pounds. Did you ever hear of such a thing?”

      “Some infernal swindler,” said Archie darkly.

      “No, he can’t be. You see the fifty pounds arrived this morning.”

      “God bless my soul!”

      “Yes. In Bank of England notes, posted from London. Papa at first wanted to tell him to go to—well, where Papa tells people he doesn’t like to go. But I thought the offer so sporting that I persuaded him to take up the challenge. Indeed, I wrote the reply myself. Mr Macnab said that the money was to go to a charity, so Agatha is having the fifty pounds for her native weaving and dyeing—she’s frightfully keen about that. But if we win the other fifty pounds papa says the best charity he can think of is to prevent me breaking my neck on hirelings, and I’m to have it to buy a hunter. So I’m very anxious to find out about Mr John Macnab.”

      “Probably some rich Colonial who hasn’t learned manners.”

      “I don’t think so. His manners are very good, to judge by his letter. I think he is a gentleman, but perhaps a little mad. We simply must beat him, for I’ve got to have that fifty pounds. And—and I want you to help me.”

      “Oh, well, you know—I mean to say—I’m not much of a fellow…”

      “You’re very clever, and you’ve done all kinds of things. I feel that if you advised us we should win easily, for I’m sure you had far harder jobs in the war.”

      To have a pretty young woman lauding his abilities and appealing with melting eyes for his aid was a new experience in Sir Archie’s life. It was so delectable an experience that he almost forgot its awful complications. When he remembered them he flushed and stammered.

      “Really, I’d love to, but I wouldn’t be any earthly good. I’m an old crock, you see. But you needn’t worry—your Glenraden gillies will make short work of this bandit…By Jove, I hope you get your hunter, Miss Raden. You’ve got to have it somehow. Tell you what, if I’ve any bright idea I’ll let you know.”

      “Thank you so much. And may I consult you if I’m in difficulties?”

      “Yes, of course. I mean to say, No. Hang it, I don’t know, for I don’t like interferin’ with your father’s challenge.”

      “That means you will. Now, you mustn’t wait another moment. Good-bye. Will you come over to lunch at Glenraden?”

      Then she broke off and stared at him. “I СКАЧАТЬ