"Robert, dear," she whispered, stooping over him, "there was something I
wanted to ask you, but papa was always in the way. You will do
something to please me, won't you, Robert?"
"Of course, Laura. What is it?"
"I do so hate having my affairs talked over, dear. If Mr. Raffles Haw
says anything to you about me, or asks any questions, please don't say
anything about Hector. You won't, will you, Robert, for the sake of
your little sister?"
"No; not unless you wish it."
"There is a dear good brother." She stooped over him and kissed him
tenderly.
It was a rare thing for Laura to show any emotion, and her brother
marvelled sleepily over it until he relapsed into his interrupted doze.
CHAPTER VI.
A STRANGE VISITOR.
The McIntyre family was seated at breakfast on the morning which
followed the first visit of Raffles Haw, when they were surprised to
hear the buzz and hum of a multitude of voices in the village street.
Nearer and nearer came the tumult, and then, of a sudden, two
maddened horses reared themselves up on the other side of the garden
hedge, prancing and pawing, with ears laid back and eyes ever glancing
at some horror behind them. Two men hung shouting to their bridles,
while a third came rushing up the curved gravel path.
Pages:
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76