"Funny Mac don't come for his dinner, isn't it? S'pose I go and look 'em up?"
"S'pose you do."
Not far from the door he met Mac coming in.
"Well?" said the Boy, meaning, Where's the kid?
"Well?" Mac echoed defiantly. "I lammed him, as I'd have lammed Robert Bruce if he'd lied to me."
The Boy stared at this sudden incursion into history, but all he said was: "Your dinner's waitin'."
The minute Mac got inside he looked round hungrily for the child. Not seeing him, he went over and scrutinised the tumbled contents of the bunks.
"Where's Kaviak?"
"P'raps you'll tell us."
"You mean he isn't here?" Mac wheeled round sharply.