"Well, sir," I answered, "you said as much, and I put two and two together."
"Did I?" he exclaimed. "Well, ye maun guess nae mair; dinna forget this is the Sabbath day."
CHAPTER XII
THE GREATER LOVE
Idly I pulled a little sprig of thyme which grew beside me, and crushing it between my fingers inhaled its perfume.
My companion watched me, saying: "Wonderful! wonderful! what glories there are in creation. Many a time I've lain awake at nights and thought about it all. Flowers on the moor, far bonnier than anything that ever man fashioned; birds in the air lilting sweeter melodies than man can make; the colour spilled across the sky when the sun sets; the mist on the hills. Glory everywhere; but nothing to the glory yonder"--and he raised his eyes to the heavens.
When we had rested for a time, my companion rose and we set out again.
The sun was setting when we came within sight of our hiding places.
"Come to my side of the loch," he said. "Ye'll want your supper before ye make for your bed," and together we made for the place where we had already enjoyed so many meals together. I went to the little stream to see if haply I might discover a trout there, but he forbade me sternly.
"Must I tell ye again that it is the Sabbath day? Ye maunna catch fish the nicht."