“Ay, laddie; but bide a wee, till she cot her well upo’ her shouthers. There. Noo, ta plaidie. Noo then, we can get there in twice twa hoors. She’ll go first.”
“Oh, father, are we too late?” came then in a whisper to Max’s ears, as he felt himself being once more carried.
“Please God, no, my boy!” came back hoarsely.
Then there was another loud and joyful burst of barking, and then all blank.
Chapter Thirty One.
An exciting Chase.
“Scood! you beast!”
“Silence, Kenneth!” cried The Mackhai sternly, as he looked half-angrily, half-pleased at the flushed face of the young gillie.