s on the rocks below. A gentleman of the party
scouted the legend. Only a fox or an Alpine chamois could make that
perilous descent.

With his head cocked alertly, Bobby had stood listening. Hearing this
vague talk of going down, he may have thought these people meant to go,
for he quietly dropped over the edge and went, head over heels, ten feet
down, and landed in a clump of hazel. A lady screamed. Bobby righted
himself and barked cheerful reassurance. The sergeant sprang to his feet
and ordered him to come back.

Now, the sergeant was pleasant company, to be sure; but he was not a
person who had to be obeyed, so Bobby barked again, wagged his crested
tail, and dropped lower. The people who shuddered on the brink could see
that the little dog was going cautiously enough; and presently he looked
doubtfully over a sheer fall of twenty feet, turned and scrambled back
to the promenade. He was cried and exclaimed over by the hysterical
ladies, and scolded for a bittie fule by the sergeant. To this Bobby
returned ostentatious yawns of boredom and nonchalant lollings, for
it seemed a small matter to be so fashed about. At that a gentleman
remarked, testily, to hide his own agitation, that dogs really had very
little sense. The sergeant ordered Bobby to precede him through the
postern, and the little dog complied amiably.

All the afternoon bugles had been blowing. For each signal there was a
different note, and at each uniformed men appeared and hurried to new
points. Now, near sunset, there was the fanfare for officers' orders for
the next day. The sergeant put Bobby into Queen Margaret's Chapel, bade
him remain there, and went down to the Palace Yard. The chapel on the
summit was a convenient place for picking the little dog up on his way
to the officers' mess. Then he meant to have his own supper cozily at
Mr. Traill's and to negotiate for Bobby.

A dozen people would have crowded this ancient oratory, but, small as
it was, it was fitted with a chancel rail and a font for baptizing the
babies born in the Castle. Through the window above the altar, where the
sainted Queen was pictured in stained glass, the sunlight streamed and
laid another jeweled image on the stone floor. Then the colors faded,
until the holy place became an austere cell. The sun had dropped behind
the western Highlands.

Bobby thought it quite time to go home. By day he often went far
afield, seeking distraction, but at sunset he yearned for the gr