“That would be very unpleasant if they did behave slightingly,” said Max to himself. “Oh, he’s awake now.”
He left the window and went back to Kenneth’s bedside, but it was only to find that he had merely moved restlessly, and was still fast asleep.
Max did not go back, but stood there patiently watching the sleeping lad, till a faint sound made him start, and he stared at the window, feeling half paralysed, for dimly seen against the darkness there as a head visible. Then there was more rustling, and the chest appeared; a couple of arms were passed in, and their owner began to draw himself up.
Burglars! an attack upon the place! What could it mean?
The intruder’s face caught the light from the lamp, as he threw one leg over the window-sill, and sat there, as if hesitating about coming farther.
“Scoodrach!” cried Max. “How did you get up there?”
“She climbed up.”
“But how dangerous! What made you do that?”
“She wanted to see ta young Chief, and they wadna let her come.”
“How foolish of you! you might have slipped and fallen.”