CHAPTER XV.
BILL'S PARTNER The next day everyone was talking of Bill's bluffing the church people, and there was much quiet chuckling over the discomfiture of Robbie Muir and his party.
The Pilot was equally distressed and bewildered, for Bill's conduct, so very unusual, had only one explanation--the usual one for any folly in that country.
"I wish he had waited till after the meeting to go to Latour's.

He spoiled the last chance I had.

There's no use now," he said, sadly.
"But he may do something," I suggested.
"Oh, fiddle!" said The Pilot, contemptuously.

"He was only giving Muir 'a song and dance,' as he would say.

The whole thing is off." But when I told Gwen the story of the night's proceedings, she went into raptures over Bill's grave speech and his success in drawing the canny Scotchman.
"Oh, lovely! dear old Bill and his 'cherished opinion.' Isn't he just lovely?
Now he'll do something." "Who, Bill ?" "No, that stupid Scottie." This was her name for the immovable Robbie.
"Not he, I'm afraid.