“She could show you an eagle’s nest up the firth.”
“So can Scood. He knows where it is!”
Long Shon pulled a battered brass box out of his pouch, and took a big pinch of snuff as he waddled behind.
“She knows where there’s a raven’s nest.”
“That’s what Scood told me this morning, Long Shon.”
“But she tidn’t know where there’s a nest o’ young blue hawks.”
“Yes, I do, father,” shouted Scood from the boat, in an ill-used tone, for they were now down on the rocks, and Scoodrach was paddling the boat in close.
“He wants me to turn you out, and take him instead, Scood. Shall I?”
“No!” said Scood undutifully.
“Petter tak’ me, Maister Ken, and she can teach the young chentleman how to hantle his gun.”