But after a time Scallowa got near to the stair, which only proves that there is nothing in reason you cannot teach a Shetland pony, if you love him and understand him.
The secret lies in the motto, "Fondly and firmly." But, as already hinted, a morsel of carrot comes in handy at times.
CHAPTER V.
"BOYS WILL BE BOYS."
Bob Cooper was as good as his word, which he had pledged to Archie on that night at Burley Old Farm, and Branson never saw him again in the Squire's preserves.
Nor had he ever been obliged to compeer before the Squire himself—who was now a magistrate—to account for any acts of trespass in pursuit of game on the lands of other lairds. But this does not prove that Bob had given up poaching. He was discreetly silent about this matter whenever he met Archie.
He had grown exceedingly fond of the lad, and used to be delighted when he called at his mother's cottage on his "Eider Duck." There was always a welcome waiting Archie here, and whey to drink, which, it must be admitted, is very refreshing on a warm summer's day.
Well, Bob on these occasions used to show Archie how to make flies, or busk hooks, and gave him a vast deal of information about outdoor life and sport generally.
The subject of poaching was hardly ever broached; only once, when he and Archie were talking together in the little cottage, Bob himself volunteered the following information:
"The gentry folks, Master Archie, think me a terrible man; and they wonder I don't go and plough, or something. La! they little know I've been brought up in the hills. Sport I must hae. I couldna live away from nature. But I'm never cruel. Heigho! I suppose I must leave the country, and seek for sport in wilder lands, where the man o' money doesn't trample on the poor. Only one thing keeps me here."