ter and ice. Wha are we gaen?"

"She canna tell," said Hamish. "She's thinkin' it's to pring the lang
tyke oot for a ride."

"If you call my collie a `lang tyke,' Hamish, I'll set him at you.
Here, Skeny. Css!"

The dog started up from where he had been lying in the bows, looked in
his master's face, and uttered a low growl.

"Na, she wadna set the tog at a man, Hahmeesh," said Andrew with a sly
grin. "Not that there's muckle bite spout the tog. What made ye pring
her to sea at a', Meester Steve?"

"To bite impudent people's legs," said Steve gruffly.

"Na, she wadna dae tat," cried Andrew. "Put, Meester Steve, wha' are a'
the walrus gane tae?"

"To sleep, perhaps."

Andrew chuckled.

"Look here, laddie, she winna say a wort to anny one, but ye'll chust
tell the truth to a man. She tidna see anny walrus yesterday at a'?"

"I'm not going to try and make you believe if you don't care to," said
Steve.

"Put she chust wants to know. Come noo, ye tidna see anny, and it was a
chust flim-flam and mak'-believe."

"There were plenty here yesterday," said Steve.

"Then where are they gane the?"

"Why didn't you bring your pipes and play? You'd have soon seen where
they were."

"Ay!" said Andrew seriously. "Chust a wee lilt o' the pipes might pring
the creatures oot o' their holes. There was a man ance, Apollo they
ca'd him, as played on the pipes, an' a' the bit beasties cam' roond to
listen; and she'll pe thenking that a' that time back the pipes would pe
ferry safage like, and a mon like tat not aple to play like we play the
noo."

This was said so innocently and in such good faith that Steve could
hardly keep his countenance.

"Chah! She's ferry sorry she tidna pring the pipes. There was plenty
room in ta poat."

"But there's no room out here for the noise," cried Steve, laughing.

"Tid she hear tat?" said Andrew, turning his head to speak to Hamish.
"She ca'd the music noise. Ah, laddie, ye'll ken mair spout the music
when ye're a muckle bit more auld. It's a ferry crant thing the music,
and she'll pe ferry sorry some tay that she crinned at the pipes."

"R-r-r-r-ra!" growled Skene, leaping upward so as to place his paws on
Steve's shoulders; and then he barked loudly as he gazed at the ice-floe
on their left.

"Keep that dog quiet, Steve," said the captain; "he'll scare the
walrus."

Andrew's head went down with his chin upon his breast, and he gave Steve
an exasperating, sly loo