Mrs. McCrae, as he mentally appraised her, was a sensible woman.
I had in my hand during all this time the bar of iron which McCrae had brought.
A step sounded in the hall, a knock, and the well-known gaunt form and spectacled face of McCrae appeared in the doorway.
McCrae inquired, with a slight flavour of irony that was not ill-natured.
But there is nobody in church, at least only a few, and Mr. McCrae can take care of those—he always does.
He had an exasperating notion that McCrae might have said more, if he would.
McCrae took a step forward, and for a moment it seemed as though he were at last about to break the bonds of his reserve.
McCrae hesitated, and then demanded abruptly, "Ye'll not be visiting?"
"You made a beginning with young McCrae," Casey reminded him.
In short, Hodder wished to go into battle side by side with McCrae.