'Well, Tricksy, and how?'
'I'd dig holes for them to fall into.'
Reggie uttered a contemptuous 'humph.'
'You'd dig holes for them, would you, Tricksy, said Allan; 'how could you tell whether you had caught the right one?'
'I'd catch them all until I came to the right one. I'd make them tell me what they'd been doing, and then let the wrong one go.'
No one had any reply to make.
Tricksy looked extremely mortified.
'Well, anyhow,' said Allan, springing to his feet, 'we aren't doing Neil any good by sitting here; let's go to Rob MacLean's cottage and see whether he can help us.'
Rob MacLean was Neil's second cousin, and the proposition met with approval.
The short, black-haired Highlander was working in his garden, and came forward to greet his visitors with true Gaelic courtesy.