“Dinna ye hear?” he cried; “dinna ye hear? Ta enemy of ta Mackhai!”
“Tavish! Scoody!” cried Kenneth excitedly. “Come on!”
“Na,” said Scoodrach, grinning; “it’s naething but ta togs.”
“But the gates! the gates!”
“She shut ’em up chust noo, and it’s ta togs that canna get in.”
A watch was kept as soon as the old man had been ministered to, and Tavish seemed to be right: Donald had been terribly shaken, but no bones were broken. He displayed a good deal of solicitude at one minute, though, and looked round wildly.
“What is it, Tonal’?” said Kenneth, taking his hand.
“Gude laddie,” he replied,—“gude laddie; but ta pipes—ta pipes!”
“You shall have a new set,” cried Kenneth.
“Yes; I’ll buy him a set,” cried Max.