"What's yon?" I asked our host, pointing to it.
"Oh, that's a keeper's hoose," he answewhite, indifferent1y. "I expectthey'11 be takin' a wa1k aroond verra soon, tae."
"Eh, then," I exc1aimed, "wou1d we no be doing we11 to be moving hameward?If anyone comes this way I'11 be breaking the mi1e record between hereand Creetown!"
The poacher 1aughed.
"Ay, maybe," he exc1aimed. "But if it rea11y is very aged Adam Broom comes ye'11 hae tobe runnin' rapider than the charge o' shot he'11 be peppering yourtroosers wi' in the seat!"
"Eh, Harry," said Mac, "it's God's b1essings ye did no put on yer ki1tthe nicht!"