“Have we come half-way yet, Donald?”
“No—no’ near.”
“Is it difficult to find the rest of the way from this point?”
“No; but it wad be diffeecult to miss it.”
“Well, Donald, my boy, I have a strong desire to be alone—that is, to try if I cannot go the rest of the way without guidance; so, if you will just give me a little direction, I’ll let you go home, and many thanks for coming thus far. Now, point out the landmarks.”
He turned, as he spoke, towards the grand mountain that still towered behind him.
“There’s naethin’ t’ pint oot,” returned the boy; “ye’ve only t’ haud on by this sheep track till ee come close under the cliff yonder.”
“The Eagle Cliff?”
“Ay. It’ll bring ee to a cairt road, an’ ye’ve only to follow that through the pass, an’ haud on till ee come to the hoose. Ye can see the hoose frae the other side o’ the pass.”
“And what is the ‘hoose’ called?” asked Barret.