The Mackhai ran to the bell, tore at it, and Grant came.
“Is Scoodrach anywhere here?”
“Yes, sir; in the kitchen.”
“Send him here.”
There was utter silence in the room for a few minutes, and then the young gillie was ushered in.
“Stop, Grant, you need not go,” cried The Mackhai. “Now, sir,” he said to Scoodrach, “did you tell Mr Max Blande that over the mountains was the way to Glasgow?”
“She said was tat ta wa’ to Glasgie, and she said, ‘Oh ay.’”
“And you let that poor boy go out over the mountain to lose himself among the rocks and moss, knowing that he could not find his way?”
“Oh ay!” said Scoodrach coolly.
“And that he might lose his life?”