“He will na hearken aboot ta stanes, laddie,” whispered the old man mysteriously; “but sneeshing, laddie, sneeshing?”
“He’s along with Scoodrach,” said Max, pointing toward the dog. “There he goes yonder.”
“Na, na, sneeshing—chust a wee pinch.”
“Oh no, I have no snuff,” said Max.
“Nae sneeshing!” muttered the old man, looking round; “she has nae sneeshing!”
“Hey!” shouted Scoodrach suddenly; “here they come.”
Every one hurried to one or other of the openings to look at the approaching enemy, while Tavish stamped savagely on the stones.
“She’s askit somebody and she’s set ’em richt. She didna aught to be here for hoors and hoors, if she cam’ back at a’.”
“Never mind, Tavish!” shouted Kenneth; “we’ll soon send them to the right-about.”
“Hey, ta foe! ta foe!” yelled Tonal’, throwing his hands in the air, and yelling at the group about him, before hurrying away and disappearing in the crumbling opening of the corner tower, high up in which he composed his wonderful melodies for the pipes.