Away rushed Archie, and sure enough there was Bob eating supper in old Kate’s private room.
He got up as Archie’s entered, and looked shy, as people of his class do at times.
Archie was delighted.
“I brought the flies, and some new sorts that I think will do for the Kelpie burn,” he said.
“Well, I’m going to dine, Bob; you do the same. Don’t go till I see you. How long have you been here?”
“Two hours, anyhow.”
When Archie returned he invited Bob to the room in the Castle Tower. Kate must come too, and Branson with his fiddle.
Away went Archie and his rough friend, and were just finishing a long debate about flies and fishing when Kate and Peter, and Branson and Bounder, came up the turret stairs and entered the room.
Archie then told them all of what he had seen that night at the cottage.
“Mark my words for it,” said Bob, shaking his head, “they’re up to some black work to-night.”