“You are going to fasten the line to the anchor, aren’t you?” said Max.
“Na,” growled Tavish. “She sail come up wi’out ta grapnel.”
He threw the coil of rope on the grass, took the end, and made a loop thereon before lowering it down.
“But you cannot bear him alone?”
“The two,” said Tavish coolly, as he threw the coil back now out of his way.
“Retty?” he cried.
“Yes, all right!” shouted Kenneth; and, standing there at the very brink of the terrible precipice, Tavish bent down, and drew up the rope hand over hand till Scoodrach’s head appeared, and then the lad reached out, caught at Tavish’s arm, and swung easily on to the top of the cliff, when the rope was lowered again, and directly after drawn up till Kenneth’s head appeared, and he too swung himself on to the top, and stood laughing at Max, whose hands were uncomfortably damp.
“Here we are!” he cried. “Thank ye, Tavvy. Why, where are the hawks, Scood?”
“She prought ’em up herself.”
“No, I didn’t. I left them for you to bring.”