They will be recovered on a change of weather. How and when got ye back?
TALBOYS.
On horseback. Buller behind Seward—myself before a man who occasionally wore a look of the Driver. I hope it was he—if it was not—the Driver must have been drowned. We had now the wind—that is, the storm—that is, the hurricane in our faces—and the animals every other minute wheeled about and stood rooted for many minutes to the road, with their tails towards Cladich. My body had fortunately lost all sensation hours before we regained the Camp.
NORTH.
Hours! How long did it take you to accomplish the two miles?
TALBOYS.
I did not time it; but we entered the Great Gate of the Camp to the sound of the Breakfast Bagpipes.
SEWARD.
As soon as we had changed ourselves—as you say in Scotland——
TALBOYS.