"I don't know that he sent us. He said we could use the car."
"He's a thoughtful man, but I wouldna' say Watson would be pleased—he'd be wanting to wash her. Onyway, ye needna' fash about the boat. I'll be here until the tide rins doon and if onything needs doing, I'll see til it."
"Thanks," said Andrew. "Do you know if one of the whammel boats has gone west?"
"Yin's gone; I dinna ken where. A shooting man frae Edinbro' bought Tarn Grahame's Nance. Him and another took her off soon after ye came."
"How do you know he was an Edinburgh man?"
"There was a Waverley label on his portmanteau and he didna' speak like us. Still, I alloo it might have been Inverness."
"And the man who was with him?"
"Ye canna' tell where a man comes frae when he keeps his mouth shut, but he was a sailor by the way he handilt the gear."
Andrew asked no more questions, and they went back to the car. When they reached Appleyard Dick met them in the hall.
"I've found a way of letting you have your shooting," he said in an apologetic tone. "Young Ross will go with you. There isn't a snipe in the mosses he doesn't know about. If there's any sport to be had, he'll see you get it."