Scoodrach, and then walked
quickly back, to find Kenneth sitting up.

"She's a teal petter the noo," cried Tavish triumphantly. "There,
laddie; ye'll get up, and we'll chust gang hame."

"Yes; I'm not much hurt, Max," said Kenneth, with a ghastly attempt at a
laugh. "I say, old chap, you couldn't do that. Here, give us your
hand."

Max eagerly tried to help him rise, and Kenneth made a brave effort to
get upon his legs, but he snatched at the forester's arm, with his face
contracting and turning ghastly pale, as his eyes looked dim and then
half closed.

They gently laid him down, and bathed his forehead with water.

"Chust a wee bit dizzy, puir laddie," said Tavish tenderly. "Bide a
wee, Long Shon, till he opes his een acain, and then ye shall put him on
my pack, and I'll carry him doon to the shore, and we'll mak' Scood rin
on and ket the poat and twa pillows, and ket him richt across to the
rock."

"Ay," said Long Shon approvingly. "But she must hae a teal o' watter in
her; shall she rin it oot the noo?"

"Na, na!" cried Tavish, in a low, fierce growl. "Hey, Scoody!"

"Well?" came from close by, and the young gillie showed himself, with
his face half averted.

"Rin, bairn, and get ta little poat an' row her to ta mooth o' ta
stream," cried Long Shon.

"Ay," cried Scoodrach, turning eagerly to run.

"An', Scoody, my laddie," cried Tavish, "ye'll chust ask Maister Crant
to fling twa pillows in ta poat."

"Yes."

"And, Scoody, ye'll chust say that the young Chief is a' richt the noo,
but that we're a' wat wi' sweet watter, and if she thinks a wee drappie
o' whusky would pe good for ta young Chief and the rest, she can pit it
in ta poat."

Scoodrach nodded, and ran off rapidly over the rugged ground, bounding
across the stones like a goat, and Kenneth now tried to rise.

"Ye'll pe a pit petter the noo, Maister Kenneth," said Tavish tenderly.
"She's chust sent for ta poat, and she'll kneel doon, and Long Shon will
help ye to get upo' her back, ant she'll carry ye chently doon to ta
mooth o' ta stream."

"Oh no, Tavvy; I can walk."

"Nay, laddie, ye canna walk. It winna pe ta first time she's carriet ye
on her pack. Noo, Long Shon, chust gie ta young Chief a lift, and--
that's ta way. Did she hurt ye?"

"Not--very much," said Kenneth, with a shudder of pain. "Thank ye, Tav,
old chap. There, I'm like a little boy again; but it's too bad to let
you carry me."

"Haud yer wheesht, Maister