THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
story of the great fight. By the time he had finished his tale Ranald had come in from the kitchen, and was standing with clenched fists and face pale with passion at the foot of the bed.
As Mrs. Murray listened to this story her eyes began to burn, and when it was over, she burst forth: "Oh, it was a cruel and cowardly and brutal thing for men to do! And did you beat them off?" she asked.
"Aye, and that we did," burst in Ranald. And in breathless haste and with flashing eye he told them of Macdonald Bhain's part in the fight.
"Splendid!" cried the minister's wife, forgetting herself for the moment.
"But he let him go," said Ranald, sadly. "He would not strike him, but just let him go."
Then the minister's wife cried again: "Ah, he is a great man, your uncle! And a great Christian. Greater than I could have been, for I would have slain him then and there." Her eyes flashed, and the color flamed in her face as she uttered these words.
"Aye," said Macdonald Dubh, regarding her with deep satisfaction. His tone and look recalled the minister's wife, and turning to Ranald, she added, sadly:
"But your uncle was right, Ranald, and we must forgive even as he did."
"That," cried Ranald, with fierce emphasis, "I will never do, until once I will be having my hands on his throat."
"Hush, Ranald!" said the minister's wife. "I know it is hard, but we must forgive. You see we
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