“I—”
“Oh, don’t come if you’re scared,” said Kenneth contemptuously.
Max rose from the stone upon which he had been seated.
“I’m ready,” he said.
“Well, you are a rum chap, Maxy,” cried Kenneth, clapping him on the shoulder. “Sometimes I think you are the jolliest coward I ever saw, and sometimes I think you’ve got plenty of pluck. Which is it?”
“I’m afraid I’m very cowardly,” said Max sadly.
“Oh, come, now I’m sure of it!” cried Kenneth warmly.
“That I am a great coward?”
“No; that you’re full of pluck. My father says that a fellow must be very brave to own he is a coward. Come on.”
They started up the side, with Scoodrach following close behind.