“Mr. M‘Crae—Sandie,” he said, “if you don’t win this £60 prize, I will.”
“True!”
“And, Sandie, if I lose, you will win.”
“Naturally!”
“But I haven’t flattered myself I shall win, so don’t think it will keep me awake at night if I don’t.”
“Bravo! Maclean. Spoken like a true Highlander.”
“But, Sandie——”
“Yes, Mac!”
“I want you to promise me one thing, and the same promise do I now make to you.”