“I'll tell her,” replied Hughie. “She'll be awful glad. And she'll be awful thankful to you, Ranald.”
Ranald looked at him in amazement.
“I think I will jist be going back now,” he said, at length. But Hughie seized him.
“Oh, Ranald, you must come with me.”
He had pictured himself telling his mother of Ranald's exploit, and covering his hero with glory. But this was the very thing that Ranald dreaded and hated, and was bound to prevent.
“You will not be going to the Deepole again, I warrant you,” Ranald said, with emphasis.
“Not go to the Deepole?”
“No, indeed. Your mother will put an end to that sort of thing.”
“Mother! Why not?”
“She will not be wanting to have you drowned.”