“Yes, he is that,” replied Danny with enthusiastic admiration, “and a hammer-thrower, too, he is.”
“What! yon stripling?”
“You may say it. He can beat Mack there.”
“Mack!” cried Isa, with scorn. “It's just big lies you are telling me.”
“Indeed, he has beaten Mack's best throw many a time.”
“And how do you know?” exclaimed Isa.
“He said so himself.”
“Ah ha!” said Isa scornfully. “He is good at blowing his own horn whatever, and I don't believe he can beat Mack—and I don't like him a bit,” she continued, her dark eyes flashing and the red colour glowing in her full round cheek.
“Come, Isa!” cried Mack, catching sight of her in the dim light. “Come here, I want Mr. Cameron to meet you.”
“How do you do?” said the girl, giving Cameron her hand and glancing saucily into his face. “I hear you are a piper and a hammer-thrower and altogether a wonderful man.”