An forward, tho’ I canna’ see,
I guess and fear.”
CHAPTER XXIII
Later that day two men might have been seen galloping their horses at full speed toward the little house on the hillside. They were determined, resolute looking men, evidently bent on serious purpose. Finally they reached the gate, and dismounting made their way to the door, the elder man insisting loudly upon accompanying the other, much to his visible annoyance.
“There is no need for secrecy, Gilbert Burns,” said he grimly, and he followed him into the house and to the room where Robert sat with pencil in hand vainly courting his Muse. Jean, who was busily engaged in sewing, jumped to her feet with a little cry of amazement upon seeing her father before her. Robert held out his hand to his brother in delighted surprise, mixed with anxiety.
“Brother!” he cried, “what brings ye to Ellisland in such haste? Is it bad news? Mother, our sisters, are they ill?”
“Nay,” replied Gilbert constrainedly. “They are all well, Rob, and have sent their love to yourself and family.”
“Thank God for that,” responded Robert thankfully. There was a little embarrassed silence, then Gilbert spoke again.