“By all means,” said Bracy. “Scotland for ever! and if the snow-peaks were out of sight wouldn’t this be just like a Scottish glen?”
“Just,” said Roberts, and Drummond looked pleased.
“Here, how am I to speak if you boys keep on interrupting?” he said.
“Speak on, my son,” said Bracy.
“Well, I was going to say these fellows have come down like a deputation to see if we will be friends; and if we show that we will, I think now that all the rest will follow in the course of a few weeks, and there will be peace.”
“And plenty?” said Bracy.
“Of course.”
“No, my boy; you’re too sanguine, and don’t understand the hill-man’s character.”
“Seen more of it than you have,” said Drummond.
“Possibly; but I think you’re wrong.”