Sandy snatched his head from the snow swift as a blade that bends itself
to the straight, and stood erect. There was no one in sight save little
Davie, who danced at a distance and laughed innocently at the jest. For
James, the doer of it, had instantly dropped into a deep snow passage.
Whereat Sandy, cured as to his head, but villainously stung in the
breech, turned him about in fierce anger, seeking for someone to
truncheon. The lad Davie’s laugh annoyed him, and Sandy, being an adept
at the palm play, sent a snowball at his young brother, which took him
smartly upon the cheek.
Instantly Davie, poor callant, set up a cry of pain, which brought his
sister Nell upon the scene with all the furies in the tangle of her
hair.
’Ye muckle, good-for-nothing calves!’ she cried, addressing both her
unseen brothers, whom she well knew to be lying hidden somewhere among
the snow passages of the courtyard, ’I will bring Launce Kennedy to you
with a knotty stick, and that by my father’s orders—clodding at a bairn
that gate, and garring him greet. Ye think I canna see ye, but if ye
dinna come oot decently, I will come and bring ye. Ye may think black
shame o’ yoursel’s!’
And this I do not doubt that James and Sandy did. For to be flyted upon
by a lass, lying prone the while upon one’s stomach in a snow bank, does
not make for self-respect. So both the lads began to crawl away as best
they might from Nell’s dangerous neighbourhood. It jumped greatly with
my humour to watch them from the upper window of the armoury which
looked abroad over the court. All unwitting they approached the one to
the other with their heads down, and at the corner, each running with
full speed upon his hands and knees, they knocked their skulls together
soundly, with a well-resounding crack which pleased me. Instantly they
clinched and fought like wild cats, biting and fisting in the snow—till
their father, attracted from the hall by the noise, came down and laid
upon them both right soundly, with the great whip wherewith the dogs
were beaten when they were trained for hunting.
All this was excellent sport to me, but the best was yet to come. In a
little thereafter I saw Nell, who was a merry lass when there was
nothing upon her mind, come quietly out of the side door that led to the
kitchen places, with David in her hand. She set him within a small
flanking tower, which in old days had been loop-holed for arrows. Then
she locked the door upon him, taking the key with her. Before she went
she handed the boy two or three snowballs made from the wet, slushy
snow, where the sunshine had caused some drops to melt off the roof and
fall from the eaves.
Thus she went to the corner, I watching with joy the while from the
window of the armoury.
’Jamie, Sandy,’ she cried, ’come hither, lads. There’s something here
for your private ear!’
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