The
new-comers slowly descended the slope; then they bore up the valley
again; and after walking about awhile, they followed the example of the
rest of the herd and lay down on the heather.
"Ay, ay, that is better now," Roderick said, with much satisfaction.
"That is ferry well now. And since there is nothing to be done till the
whole of them get up to feed in the afternoon, we will chist creep aweh
into a peat-hag and wait there, and you can have your lunch, sir."
So there was another crawling performance down from this exposed height;
and eventually the small party managed to hide themselves in a black and
moist peat-hag, where their extremely frugal repast was produced.
"But look here, Roderick," Lionel said, "it's only twelve o'clock now;
do you mean to say we have to stop in this wet hole till two or three in
the afternoon?"
"Ay, chist that," the keeper said, coolly. "They will begin to feed
about three; and until they go over the ridge, it is no use at all
trying to get near them."
"And what are we to do all the time?"
"Chist wait," Roderick said, with much simplicity; and then he and the
gillie withdrew a little way down the peat-hag, so that they might have
their luncheon and a cautious whispering in Gaelic by themselves.
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