THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
prised his daughter the next morning with a word of gentle greeting and an unusual caress, and thenceforth took Big Mack to his heart. Not that any word or explanation passed between them; it had not come to that as yet; but Big Mack felt the change, and gave him thenceforth the obedience and affection of a son.
The old man was standing in the yard, waiting to help with the milking.
Ranald drove the cows in, and then, tying up the horses, went straight to him.
"I bring bad news, Mr. McGregor," he said, anxious to get done with his sad task. "There has been an accident on the river, and Mack Cameron is drowned."
"What do you say, boy?" said Peter, in a harsh voice.
"He was trying to save a Frenchman, and when they got him out he was dead," said Ranald, hurrying through his tale, for he saw the two figures coming up the lane and drawing nearer.
"Dead!" echoed the old man. "Big Mack! God help me."
"And they will be wanting a team," continued Ranald, "to go to Cornwall to-morrow."
The old man stood for a few moments, looking stupidly at Ranald. Then, lifting his hat from his gray head, he said, brokenly : "My poor girl! Would God I had died for him."
Ranald turned away and stood looking down the lane, shrinking from the sight of the old man's agony.
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