Scood nodded, and began to hoist the sail; the wind caught it directly, and the boat moved swiftly through the water.
“You’re not going near the Mare’s Tail to-day, are you?” said Max anxiously, as Kenneth laid his gun across his knees.
“No, I wasn’t going; but if you want to— Here, Scood, let’s go and show him the Grey Mare’s Tail again.”
“No! No! No!” cried Max excitedly; “and pray don’t go into any dangerous places.”
He bit his lip with annoyance as soon as he had said the words, for he felt that it had made him seem cowardly in the eyes of his companions.
Scood grinned, and Kenneth said laughingly,—
“Oh, I thought you wanted to go there. We won’t go into any danger. Would you like a lifebelt?”
“No!” said Max indignantly; and then to himself, “I wish there was one here.”
“Tak’ care, Maister Ken. Ta wint’s going to change.”
“All right.”