Accordingly, as soon as she recovered
her health, the farm, stock, and furniture at Crua Breck were sold,
and the unfortunate widow took passage over to Caithness, where she
remained among her relatives for the rest of her days.
A great dread came upon me when I heard that Mrs. Kinlay had left
for Scotland. I thought that Thora Quendale had gone with her, and
that I had lost sight of my dear girl friend for ever. I feared
even to ask if this was so; but passing along the road one evening,
soon after we had dropped anchor in the bay, I chanced to meet
Andrew Drever walking home with a string of trout hanging at his
side.
Having exchanged a few friendly remarks with me, he asked if I
would go and spend the evening with him.
"Come and take some supper with us, lad," said he. "Thora will be
glad to see ye."
"Thora!" I exclaimed.
"Ay, Thora. Did you not know Thora lives with us now?"
"No; I thought she had gone to Caithness with Mrs. Kinlay."
"Nay, nay," said Andrew; "Thora can look after herself now, since
we heard from Copenhagen. But come along as soon's you can, and
we'll tell you all about it."
And with that he trudged away humming a lightsome tune.
Chapter XLII. A Choice Among Three.
Not many minutes after I left the schoolmaster, when I was passing
by the wharf, I met Jack Paterson.
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