'Feeling better, Tricksy?' asked Reggie apprehensively.
'She has had a nasty fall,' said Mrs. MacGregor somewhat reproachfully, 'and we may be thankful it is not any worse. She can't possibly go home to-night; you had better tell your parents that she is safe with us.'
A look of relief overspread Tricksy's tired features.
'Oh, you are a dear,' she exclaimed, springing up and throwing her arms round Mrs. MacGregor's neck, forgetting that the lady had once said that Tricksy Stewart was a spoilt little girl. 'Hooray, I'll sleep with Marjorie and we can talk about what we have seen to-day!'
CHAPTER VII
THE SIEGE
'No, Mr. Allan,' Duncan was declaring, 'if I wass you, I would not pe telling the laird whateffer; it can do no good pringing honest folk into trouble.'
'But they are not honest folk if they're smugglers,' interposed Reggie, who had been listening to the conversation without joining in.
A peculiar expression flitted across Duncan's face.