"Then what does he ken of where the stuff lies?" whispered Murray.
"About as much as the trout in the burn, which maybe is none so little after all." And again he winked and laughed.
"Will ye go, Archie?"
"I canna just say. It looks uncommon like a trap, and yet..." He broke off suddenly and addressed the man Grant.
"What is this boy like?" he asked sharply.
"He is short and open-faced, and is dressed in the Fraser tartan. He is dark and speaks good Gaelic."
"That's Rob sure enough. Where has he been since he left Lochaber?"
"He was captured and laid in Fort Augustus, but he has escaped and is now Glenmoriston way."
"Glenmoriston is a far cry," said Cameron. "Did he send no word beside this?"
"He said, 'There's a muirfowl snared,' though I did not take his meaning."