I Know Where I'm Going! Page #4

- You'll stay here tonight.

- l don't want to be any trouble.

lt's no trouble at all. l haven't heard any

intelligent female nonsense for months.

Besides, there's nowhere else

you could go.

Don't worry, you won't have to sleep

on the floor, though the men will.

l suppose you noticed the place

was knocked about a bit.

Well, it did look a bit bleak.

Well, l've only just

got rid of the boys.

- What boys?

- The RAF of course.

l've had 'em for two years, 81 of 'em.

Won't they compensate you

for the damage?

Yes, they've been very fair about that.

Apart from trying to sell me

their concrete foundations.

No, they'll pay a lump sum

or do the place up as it was.

- After the war, of course.

- Which will you take?

That's the question, Torquil, my boy -

MacLaine versus Potts.

Up the MacLaines! (Speaks Gaelic)

(Speaks Gaelic)

- Will you have a dram?

- Certainly.

Help yourself. We'll get dinner.

Listen, you mongrel,

leave those rabbits alone!

We'll make a pie!

The Colonel says

you're a dead shot these days.

My dear Torquil, l have a tip for you.

After scrounging a few cartridges

out of a local controller,

find a sitting rabbit, take aim,

say to yourself, ''lf l don't shoot this

rabbit l don't eat,'' and you don't miss!

- And she doesn't.

- What's your other name?

Joan.

Mine's Catriona.

Can you skin a rabbit?

- Slinte mhath.

- Bung-ho.

That's a queer girl.

What do you young chaps

know about girls?

- Not a thing.

- You know as much as l do.

Taming a woman must be worse

than taming an eagle.

Can't be done, old boy, it can't be done.

How's the war treated you?

- Not bad. Saw a bit of the world.

- Home much?

- Not for four years.

- Staying long?

- Eight days.

- Not much.

- Mmm.

- (Pots crashing)

There's a right way and a wrong way to

skin a rabbit. l only know the wrong way.

Colonel, you're wanted.

On parade!

- (Clunking)

- Tshhhh!

(Whistles)

Hear any bells, either of you?

l thought for a moment

it was the old boy back again.

- Colonel!

- Right!

What did he think he heard?

His eagle.

Little odd, isn't he?

Who isn't?

Oh, it's Kiloran.

lt looks huge.

- Six inch to the mile.

- (Wind howling)

As the wind gets up

it'll soon blow the fog away.

- Sounds as if it is.

- Are you staying long?

- Few days.

- Know anyone there?

- Mm-hm.

- lt's a fine island.

- l know.

- Been there before?

No, but l've heard all about it.

Do you know it well?

l've known it for 29 years.

l shouldn't have thought you that old.

Four years older.

Are you staying on the island?

l've got eight days' leave,

l want to spend it there.

Do you know Sir Robert Bellinger?

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