The Black Colonel | Page 2

from my experience. It is less matter if a woman be late, because it is a
fashion with the sweet sex that you should wait upon it, and I am
always willing to oblige out of my own warmth in gallantry, or so folk
say. Eh! Mack? Kept you waiting at many a gate, have I, forgetful that
it was cold outside?"
The Black Colonel and I had met before, though slightly, distantly, and
I knew his habit of talking to his horse. Not an unnatural thing, because
Mack was an animal of fine intelligence, coupled, it is true, with the
stallion's devil of a temper, and they had spent much time alone
together, which begets understanding. Were they, indeed, not a
romance of the countryside, inseparable, with a friendship only found
between a lonely man and his horse or his dog? They had been through
a whole chapter of adventures together, and were willing to face more,
or they would not have been there in the Pass.
When the stone hit my foot I stood still, knowing it must be the Black
Colonel, yet wishful to be certain before I spoke. His words to Mack

revealed his presence, but left me unsure whether he knew that I was
within a few yards of him. Of course the horse knew, for animals of the
higher order have an instinct which is often more sure than reason in a
man. It is their reason, the shield of guidance which Nature gives to all
her creatures.
Suddenly communication seemed to arise between us, although no
word of mutual greeting had been spoken. You know how those things
come about! No, you don't, nor do I, nor does anybody else, but they do
happen out of a world 'twixt earth and heaven. They call them uncanny
in our land, which only means they are unknown, the mysteries of them,
but some day they will grow clear and be no more black witchery, only
golden light.
"Walked all the way from Corgarff Castle?" he abruptly asked,
preparing the way, with the usual nothings of conversation. It is oddly
difficult to get into natural talk in a dark, dividing night, when eyes,
faces, gestures, are hidden, and I just answered, "Yes, walked over the
hills, as I've often done before, knowing them well, without having the
honour of a safe conduct from you."
"Some day," he snapped, "you'll be able to bring your red-coats by the
same paths, knowing them, as you say, well, and capture me for the
Lowland money your Government puts on my Highland head. Nobody
is too well off in our parts in these times. Captain Gordon, not, it may
be, even you, who was born, I suppose, with an eye for prosperity."
It was unfair of him to say that, and as he climbed off Mack and threw
the bridle loose on the horse's neck he mumbled as much.
"A touch of temper against your royal employer, nothing worse; not
bad temper, merely temper, so pray excuse it. Mostly I have, as you
know, been accustomed to express myself with the sword. . . ."
"Except," I interrupted with some sharpness, for I was still nettled,
"when you have confided your language to the dirk, or let it speak in
silence for itself."

"Now we are even, Captain Gordon, for that is not worthy of you, if, as
I take it, you suggest that, on occasion, I have struck foul. No, sir, not
that, never on my honour, as a gentleman; outlawed, if you like, though
that troubles me little. But the fine ethics of the broad-sword and the
dirk are too nice for discussion between a Gordon and a Farquharson;
met as we are with, I suspect, a Forbes to attract and divide us. Besides,
I spoke clumsily, not meaning any personal insult, since I want,
sincerely want, to be friendly, if that be possible. Anger is a poor
hostess, believe me, and I, who have been in its way, should know
better than you who are young, amiably young."
Mine melted under his soft words, because such, even when they are
not deeply sincere, may turn wrath aside like balm. Moreover, he had a
wild charm of manner which, if it did not quite capture another man, as
almost surely it would have won a woman, yet had its effect. Where
exactly it lay I have never been able to decide, but the melody of his
tongue had something to do with it, even when he spoke in Sassenach
English. We could have talked in the Gaelic, I also having it natively,
but the Black Colonel would always speak English if he met somebody
to whom he could show his command of the language. It was one of his
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