Chapter 1. The Mackhai Of Dun Roe
_ CHAPTER ONE. THE MACKHAI OF DUN ROE
"Look here, Scoodrach, if you call me she again, I‘ll kick you!"
"I didna ca‘ you she. I only said if she‘d come ten the hoose aifter she had the parritch--"
"Well, what did I say?"
"Say? Why, she got in a passion."
Whop! Flop!
The sound of a back-handed slap in the chest, followed by a kick, both delivered by Kenneth Mackhai, the recipient being a red-headed, freckled-faced lad of seventeen, who retaliated by making a sharp snatch at the kicking foot, which he caught and held one half moment. The result was startling.
Kenneth Mackhai, the sun-browned, well-knit, handsome son of "the Chief," came down in a sitting position on the stones, and screwed up his face with pain.
"Scood, you beggar!" he roared； "I‘ll serve you out for--"
"Ken, are you coming to breakfast?" cried a loud, severe voice from fifty yards away.
"Coming, father!" shouted the lad, leaping up, giving himself a shake to

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