Leith at last!
And yonder, waiting anxiously on the quay, was Laird M'Vayne himself.
His broad smile grew broader when his boys waved their hands to him, and soon they were united once again.
CHAPTER IV.--WILD SPORTS ON MOORLAND AND ICE.
Pretty little Flora M'Vayne was half afraid of the London boy at first. The violin won her heart, however, and before retiring for the night, when shaking hands with Frank, she nodded seriously as she told him:
"I'm not sure I sha'n't love you soon; Viking likes you, so you must be good."
Well, Frank was an impressionable boy, and he was very much struck by the child's innocent ways and beauty.
"I'm not sure," he said in reply, "that we won't be sweethearts before I leave. How would you like that?"
She shook her head. "No, no," she said, "you are very nice, but you are only an English boy. Good-night!"
"Good-night!"