“Tut it looks so dreadful.”
“Dreadful? Nonsense! See what the sailors do when they go up aloft, with the ship swaying about. It’s quite solid here. Now, Scoody, aren’t we far enough?”
“Na. It’s just ahint that big stane where we shall gae doon.”
“No, no; it’s about here,” said Kenneth; and, going to the edge, he looked over.
Scoodrach chuckled.
“Can ye see ta nest, Maister Ken?”
“No; I suppose you’re right. There never was such an obstinate old humbug, Max; he’s always right. It’s his luck.”
Scoodrach chuckled again, and went on about fifty yards to where a rough block of stone lay in their path, and as soon as they were by this, he went to the brink and looked down, bending over so much that Max shivered.
“There!” he cried, and Kenneth joined him, to look over as well, apparently at something beneath the projecting rock which was hard to see.
“Yes, here it is!” he cried, “Come and have a look, Max.”