“Only a shepherd’s bothy.”
“There is no shepherd’s bothy up here on the Clandougal estate, Tavvy.”
“Maybe it’s some Southron laird had a cot made for him to fush ta loch.”
“Nonsense, Tavvy! and if it was so, no one would be having a big fire there at this time of night.”
“Whush, laddie!”
“But—I know! Why, Tavvy, it’s a still!”
“Whush! Here, lat’s ca’ back ta tog.”
“Nonsense! He has gone right on. Hurray! we’ve found him. Max is sure to be up there by the fire.”
“Ta laddies wadna lat her stop,” muttered Tavish; “put we’ll pe hafin’ trouble wi’ ’em. Hearken to ta tog!”
“Why, Ken, look,” came from behind, as the dog’s barking went echoing along the narrow little glen; “that must be a still. Eh, Tavish?”