"I come to ask if you would like to buy my land?"
"Already!" said Mr. Palmer, cast on his enemy a glare of victory, and so stood regarding him. The chief did not reply.
"Well!" said Mr. Palmer.
"I wait your answer," returned the chief.
"Did it never strike you that insolence might be carried too far?"
"I came for your sake more than my own," rejoined the chief, without even a shadow of anger. "I have no particular desire you should take the land, but thought it reasonable you should have the first offer."
"What a dull ox the fellow must take me for!" remarked the new laird to himself. "It's all a dodge to get into the house! As if he would sell ME his land! Or could think I would hold any communication with him! Buy his land! It's some trick, I'll lay my soul! The infernal scoundrel! Such a mean-spirited wretch too! Takes an ounce of shot in the stomach, and never says 'What the devil do you mean by it?' I don't believe the savage ever felt it!"
Something like this passed with thought's own swiftness through the mind of Mr. Palmer, as he stood looking the chief from head to foot, yet in his inmost person feeling small before him.
"If you cannot at once make up your mind," said Alister, "I will give you till to-morrow to think it over."
"When you have learned to behave like a gentleman," answered the new laird, "let me know, and I will refer you to my factor."