Hughie rushed breathlessly through his story, while the dark face before him glowed with intelligent sympathy, but she only said, when he had done, “It is a graund thing to be free, is it no'?”
CHAPTER X
THE BEAR HUNT
“Is Don round, Mrs. Cameron?”
“Mercy me, Hughie! Did ye sleep in the woods? Come away in. Ye're a sight for sore eyes. Come away in. And how's ye're mother and all?”
“All right, thank you. Is Don in?”
“Don? He's somewhere about the barn. But come away, man, there's a bit bannock here, and some honey.”
“I'm in a hurry, Mrs. Cameron, and I can't very well wait,” said Hughie, trying to preserve an evenness of tone and not allow his excitement to appear.
“Well, well! What's the matter, whatever?” When Hughie refused a “bit bannock” and honey, something must be seriously wrong.