‘Ay, Kirsty, I ken ye wull, but it’s no me!’ said Steenie.
Thereupon he gave a brief, lucid account of what had occurred in the night.
‘And noo ’at I hae telt ye,’ he added, ‘it luiks a’ sae strange ’at maybe I hae been but dreamin, efter a’! But it maun be true, for that maun hae been what the angels cam cryin upo’ me for. I’m thinkin they wud hae broucht me straucht til her themsels—they maistly gang aboot in twas, as whan they gaed and waukent the bonny man—gien it hadna been ’at the guid collie was aiqual to that!’
Kirsty told him to go and rouse the kitchen fire, and she would be with him in a minute. She sprang out of bed, and dressed as fast as she could, thinking what she had best take with her. ‘The puir lassie,’ she said to herself, ‘may be growin warm, and sleepin deith awa; and by the time we win there she’ll be needin something, like the lassie ’at the Lord liftit!’ But in her heart she had little hope: it would be a sad day for the schoolmaster.
She went to her father and mother’s room, found them awake, and told them Steenie’s tale.
‘It’s time we war up, wuman!’ said David.
‘Ay,’ returned his wife, ‘but Kirsty canna bide for ’s. Ye maun be aff, lassie! Tak a wee whusky wi’ ye; but min’ it’s no that safe wi’ frozen fowk. Het milk’s the best thing. Tak a drappie o’ that wi’ ye. I s’ be efter ye wi’ mair. And dinna forget a piece to uphaud ye as ye gang; it’ll be ill fechtin the win’. Dinna lat Steenie gang back wi’ ye; he canna be fit. Sen’ him to me, and I’ll persuaud him.—Dauvid, man, ye’ll hae to saiddle and ride: the doctor maun gang wi’ ye straught to Steenie’s hoose.’
‘Lat me up,’ said David, making a motion to free himself of the bedclothes.
Kirsty went, and got some milk to make it hot. But when she reached the kitchen, Steenie was not there, and the fire, which he had tried to wake up, was all but black. The house-door was open, and the snow drifting in. Steenie was gone into the storm again! She hurriedly poured the milk into a small bottle, and thrust it into her bosom to grow warm as she went. Then she lighted a lantern, chiefly that Steenie might catch sight of it, and set out.
She started running, certain, she thought, to overtake him. The wind was up again, but it was almost behind her, and the night was not absolutely dark, for the moon was somewhere. She was far stronger than Steenie, and could walk faster, but, keen as was her outlook on all sides, for the snow was not falling too thick to let her see a little way through it, she was at length near the top of the Horn without having caught a glimpse of him. Had he dropped on the way? Had she in her haste left him after all in the house? She might have passed him; that was easy to do. One thing she was sure of—he could not have got to his house before her!