Sabrino nodded his head sorrowfully.
"Ah! twenty furies! dost thou say so? How shall I ever reach them, unless I become a hoodie-crow or a Solan goose? Do they ever walk in the valley?"
Sabrino nodded again.
"Close to these rocks—eh?"
Sabrino shook his woolly head.
"Are they guarded? The devil! thou noddest thy head again. Indeed, this wary old trooper, Barncleugh, keeps a sure watch over them. By Satan's horns! I may mar his wardship yet. Do he or they know that thou art here?"
Another shake of the head replied in the negative.
"Sabrino, my dark-complexioned friend, listen and look; open thy huge eyes, prick up thy capacious ears, and attend to me. To-night I will scale that castle wall, and thou shalt assist me."
"Ees."
"I have observed that the windows on that side are not barred, because they overlook the water. Thou wilt clamber, and not be afraid?"