"No one."
"I thought I saw some one come out, look at us, and go in again."
Fearghas and Diònaid glanced at each other with eyes of dread.
"C'ainm' tha ort?" asked the former, in turn.
Alastair looked at him, as if uncomprehendingly; and then, in a low, dull voice, said that he was tired; that he was hungry, and thirsty, and wet.
"Tha mi glé sgith; tha an t acras orm; tha am pathadh orm; tha mi flìuch."
"How did you come here?"
"Tha mi glé sgith."
"Did you come in a boat? Where is the boat you came in?"
"Tha mi glé sgith."