“Bother your arm!” cried Kenneth. “Here, Max, what’s to be done?”
“I’ll run back and tell them at Dunroe.”
“Ah, to be sure, that’s the way! but I didn’t know you could run across the loch.”
Max’s jaw dropped, and he gave his companions a helpless stare.
“I forgot the loch,” he said. “What shall I do? Where’s the nearest house?”
“Across the loch.”
“Are there none this side?”
“There’s a keeper’s lodge ten miles away, on the other side of the mountain.”
“I’ll run all the way there!” cried Max eagerly. “Tell me the way.”
“Well, you go right north, straight over the mountain, and whenever you come to a bog, you stick in it. Then you lose your way every now and then, and get benighted, and there you are.”