“I suppose the butler found them,” said Max innocently.
Kenneth whistled, and looked rather peculiar, but his aspect was not noticed by his companion, who was experimenting on the best way to carry his gun.
“Loaded?”
“No, not yet.”
“Then don’t you load till I tell you. I’ll give you plenty of time. Come along.”
“Going for a sail, Maister Ken?” cried a voice; and Long Shon came waddling up, looking very red-faced and fierce.
“Yes, Shon, and we don’t want you in the boat.”
Long Shon grunted, and followed close behind.
“She could go instead of Scood.”
“Yes, I know she could, but she isn’t going,” replied Kenneth, mimicking the man’s speech. “What would Scood say if I left him behind?”