Polly looked around. “She was here a bit ago. She brought in your supper. I think she’s in the lean-to. Agnes, Nancy, where are ye kapin’ yersel’? Don’t mope there in the dark, lass.”
As Agnes appeared Parker shot a swift glance at her, but she did not look at him in return, instead she crept around to the settle where her father was and cuddled down by his side.
“Well,” said Jimmy, “what luck, man? Have ye rid far to-day?”
“Not so far. I was across the river. I think I’ve found the land I want.”
“That’s good. A likely piece?”
“It seems so.”
“Where is it?” asked Polly.
“Just beyond Muirhead’s. Dod Hunter told me of it.”
“Muirhead, Muirhead, I mind that name,” said Jimmy, thoughtfully.
Parker turned to Agnes. There was a grave look on his face. “I found where Honey belongs,” he said without preliminary. “He is Hump Muirhead’s son.”