“But the waves! They’ll be in the boat directly.”
“Won’t give ’em time to get in—will we, Scood? Haul in that sheet a little tighter.”
This was done, and the boat literally rushed through the water.
“There, you’re better already, aren’t you?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Oh, but I do. You’ll want to have plenty of sails like this.”
“In the young master’s poat,” said Scoodrach, watching the stranger with eyes which sparkled with mischief. “Wouldn’t the young chentleman like to see the Grey Mare’s Tail?”
“Ah, to be sure!” cried Kenneth; “you’d like to see that.”
“Is—is the grey mare ashore?” faltered the visitor.
“Yes, just round that point—a mile ahead.”