“Singing? Did you say singing?”
“Ay, she was chust singing ta Allambogle.”
“Do you hear that, Maxy? he thinks he was singing.”
“Wah!” ejaculated Scoodrach; and the little party climbed on, with Max wondering how anybody could find breath to make such a noise when climbing up so great a steep.
In a few minutes the sound of the fall began to grow louder once more, and a shrinking sensation to attack Max; but he put a bold face upon the matter, and followed close to Kenneth till the latter turned to him.
“Here we are,” he said, “close to the spout.” Max looked, but could see nothing, only a dense tangle of hazel stubbs among the green moss, at whose roots grew endless numbers of fungi, shaped like rough chalices, and of the colour of a ripe apricot.
“I can’t see it.”
“No, not there; but you can here.”
As he spoke, Kenneth divided the bushes, and held them apart for his companion to join him, and the next moment they were standing on the brink of a narrow rift in the rock, so narrow that the bush-tips met overhead, and made the water that glided silently along many feet below look quite dark.
“But that’s not the whole of the water which goes over the fall,” said Max wonderingly.