“Well?”
“Well, sir, I said it was not to go, and then this cat-a-mountain struck me.”
“She insulted ta young Chief,” panted Scoodrach.
“Be quiet, Scoody; there is no young Chief now,” said Kenneth sadly.
“Hey, but ta Mackhai will never tie!” yelled Scoodrach.
“Do you mean to say that you hindered Mr Kenneth here from taking the boat for a sail?” cried Max angrily.
“My orders air that naething is to go off the place,” said the bailiff sturdily.
“Then you stopped him from taking his own boat?”
“No, sir,” cried the bailiff; “it’s not his boat, but Mr Blande’s, of Lincoln’s Inn, London.”
“It is not. The boat and everything here is mine,” cried Max fiercely. “Take the boat, Ken, and if this insolent scoundrel dares to interfere, knock him down.”