Unless a Scotsman thinks he can gain something for his cause by showing what emotion racks him, he will swallow down the choking flood of grief, and keep a straight face to the world and his own as well.

Duncan McClean turned from her--drew his hand away--and walked to open the slit shutters.

A moment later he came back, once more master of himself.
"As things are, dear," he said gently, "how would it be possible for us to get away ?" "'We canna gang awa'!" she quoted, with a smile.
"NO, lassie.

We must stay here and be brave.

This matter is not in our hands.