“Oh ay.”
“You young villain! how dared you do this? You’ve murdered him, perhaps.”
“Oh ay; she hopes she has.”
“What!” roared The Mackhai. “You did it on purpose, then?”
“Ay,” cried Scoodrach, flashing up, and, dashing the bonnet he held defiantly on the carpet, he stamped upon it. “And she’d kill any mon who tried to rob ta bonnie young Chief Kenneth of her rights!”
Chapter Twenty Eight.
Lost in the Mountains.
It was in a dull, half-stunned way that Max walked straight out through the castle gate, and away down the rocky slope toward the shores of the little bay.