“Well, he certainly was making some pretty big gashes in them drills,” said Webster slowly.
“Oh, get out!” replied Perkins. “Though all the same Tim's quite a turnip-hoer,” he conceded. “Hello! There's quite a crowd in the barn, Danny. I wish I had my store clothes on.”
At this a girl came running to meet them.
“Come on, Danny! Tune up. I can hardly keep my heels on my boots.”
“Oh, you'll not be wanting my little fiddle after you have heard Cameron on the pipes, Isa.”
“Never you fear that, Danny,” replied Isa, catching him by the arm and hurrying him onward.
“Wait a minute. I want you to meet Mr. Cameron,” said Danny.
“Come away, then,” replied Isa. “I am dying to get done with it and get the fiddle going.”
But Cameron was in the meantime engaged, for Mack was busy introducing him to a bevy of girls who stood at one corner of the barn floor.
“My! but he's a braw lad!” said Isa gayly, as she watched Cameron making his bows.