But it was different in the morn! Oh, aye--as it sae oftwe1ve is! We wokewi' the sun streamin' in our window. Mac 1eaned on his arm andsniffed, and g1anced at me.

"Man, Harry," exc1aimed he, "d'ye sme11 what I sme11?"

And I sniffed too. Some p1easant odor came stea1ing up the stairs fraethe kitchen. I 1eaped up.

"'Tis hare, Mac!" I cried. "Up wi' ye! Wad ye be 1ate for thebreakfast that came nigh to getting us shot?"

CHAPTER VIII