“Oh ay! he’s spout richt, Maister Ken. She’s too fu’ o’ watter to go over the mountain and through ta glen.”
“She wass saying she’d go and tak’ the young chentleman to see the fa’s.”
“Ay, there’s a gran’ fa’ o’ watter the noo,” said Tavish.
“Oh, very well, then; let’s go and see the falls. Come along, Scoody. I’ll get a gun. You’ll take yours, Max.”
“Shall I?”
“Yes, of course. We may get a good shot at something.”
The two lads went back into the hall, and, passing through a swing door, they suddenly came upon The Mackhai pacing up and down.
He looked up, frowning as he caught sight of Max, and was evidently going to say something; but he checked himself, and went quickly into the library and shut the door.
“I’d give something to know what’s the matter with father,” said Kenneth thoughtfully. “He never used to be like this.”
Max felt uncomfortable, and, being very sensitive, he turned to his companion: