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d Kenneth; and back they tramped to Long Shon's bothy, that worthy sitting at the door smoking a pipe, and smiling broadly as he saw his son approaching with the goodly fish, the circulation brought by the walk having chased away the sensation of cold. "Here, Shon, weigh this fish," cried Kenneth imperiously. "Ask Tavish," was the reply. "He'll tell you to a pound, sir." "I tell you I want you to weigh it," cried Kenneth and Shon rose to his feet, to stand not much higher than he sat, and, taking the fish, he bore it into the place where he cut up and packed the haunches of venison. There the capture was hung upon one of the hooks of the steelyard. "Now, Tavish, look," cried Kenneth triumphantly. "Five-and-twenty pounds if it's an ounce." "Three-an'-twenty, and hardly that," said Tavish firmly. "Noo, Shon, what does she scale?" "Twa-an'-twenty pun' an' three-quairters," said Long Shon. "Oh!" exclaimed Kenneth, in a disappointed tone. "An' ta finest fush o' the season, laddie," cried Tavish triumphantly. "And noo, if ye winna hae a drappie, go and tak' aff the wat claes, for too much watter is bad for a man, even if the watter's coot." CHAPTER TWELVE. A LESSON FROM MAX. "Caught a twenty-two-pound salmon, eh?" said The Mackhai, looking up from a letter he was reading. "He thinks he caught it, father," said Kenneth, laughing; and, as they stood waiting in the dining-room, the boy related the adventure of the day, and how they had, after changing, gone for a long tramp across the mountain slope, and chased the hares. "Well, be civil to him, Ken. Remember we are gentlemen. And even if he is the son of a miserable shark of a lawyer, let his father learn that the Mackhais can do good for evil." Kenneth stared wonderingly in his father's face. "What does it all mean?" he thought, and he noted the lines of trouble and annoyance deepening as The Mackhai let his eye fall upon his letter once more. "My father must hate his father," thought Kenneth; "and he is too much of a gentleman to show his dislike to his son. Why does he have him here, then? A stupid, girlish muff of a fellow! One's obliged to laugh at him, poor beggar!" The Mackhai doubled up his letter angrily, and thrust it into his pocket. "Did that boy hear the gong?" he said peevishly. "I don't know, father. Shall I run up to his room?" "No, certainly not. Treat him as you would any other visitor, but you are not
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