"To my home."
"Where is it?"
"Among the mountains—where you would not be wise to follow," replied the boy, boldly.
The soldier perhaps interpreted this with some awkwardness or severity, for Huske exclaimed furiously—
"'Sdeath! you young rascal; do you speak thus to me?"
"And why not, when I am a son of the Red MacGregor?" was the rash boy's response.
"Zounds! I thought as much," exclaimed Huske, with a malevolent gleam in his eyes; "Come, my lad, don't let us quarrel about a few fish. I have a particular desire to see your worthy father—he is a fine fellow, and a good judge of other men's cattle. We want some of the latter for the garrison. Can you tell me where he is?"
"Yes," said Ronald, with knitted brows and clenched teeth.
"Where, my boy?"
"Where you had better not seek him."