'You must not blame Heggarstone,' says he. 'I assure you it was all my fault. I challenged him, and when he refused to fight I struck him.'
I could not let him take all the blame in this fashion, so I was just going to chip in when old McLeod stopped me by holding up his hand.
'I don't care whose fault it is. Ye are both to blame. I've seen it coming on day by day, and I can tell ye both it has distressed me beyond measure. I'll have no more of it, remember. Ye'll shake hands, lads, here now, and be good friends for the future, or ye'll both quarrel with me.'
'I've no objection at all,' I said, holding out my hand.
'Nor I,' says Colin, doing the same.
And then and there we shook hands, and that was the last of my enmity with Colin McLeod.
CHAPTER VII I PROPOSE TO SHEILAH
Next morning, as soon after breakfast as was fit and proper, I set off to inquire after Sheilah. I found her looking very pale and jaded, poor girl; and no wonder, for the business of setting the broken limb had been a painful one.