“Then she isn’t going to have it!” cried Kenneth, flushing. “Bailiffs, indeed! It’s all some stupid mistake.”
“She rin on to tall ye, but ye were awa’,” panted Tavish, whose face was streaming.
“They’re just here, then?” said Kenneth excitedly.
“Na; she was askit ta way to Dunroe, and she sent them richt doon through ta mountains, laddie; and they’ll nivver get here till some ane sets them richt.”
“Bravo, Tavish! But it must be all some mistake.”
“Nay, laddie, it’s no meestake. Ta Chief canna pay some siller, and ta bailie’s coming to tak’ Dunroe.”
“Is he?” cried Kenneth fiercely. “We’ll see about that. Call Long Shon.”
“She’s in ta castle, laddie, getting ta auld gates to. She was going to shut ta gates and keep ta bailie oot.”
“Bravo, Tavvy! Does Grant know?”
“Oh ay, and ivery ane’s helping.”