r, she dinna want her."

"But I do, Watty, 'pon my word. You and I are the only two boys in the
ship, and I miss you. Get up, and you and I'll stick together all day,
and have a good run with Skeny."

"Do she mean she to want her ferry padly?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then she'll ket oop," said the lad with a groan.

"And you, too, Andra. Get up, and come with us; it will do you good."

"Neffer no more, neffer no more," groaned the man.

"Nonsense! It's too bad of you!" cried Steve. "The ship's as dull as
dull now, and you might make it so different."

Andrew groaned, but he pulled the blanket away from his left ear, and
Steve noticed it as he went on.

"One never hears you making a joke about Hamish."

"Ah, she tid mak' chokes apoot Hahmeesh."

"And just when we want the place to be made cheerful with a bit of
music, you go and put away the pipes and pretend they're frozen."

Andrew groaned again, but it was a much shorter groan.

"When it was light we could hear the pipes going. Ha! what were those
tunes you played--Strathclydes?"

"Na, na, Strathspeys, laddie; but if she tuked a holt o' the pipes the
noo it wad pe a coronach she'd blaw."

"Very well; I'd rather hear that than nothing. That was a good tune,
`Maggie Lauder.'"

"Oh ay, she wass a ferry coot chune," sighed Andrew.

"And that jolly jig, `Money Rusk.'"

"`Musk,'" sighed Andrew. "Oh ay, `Money Musk' mak's ta plood stir in a
man maist as much as `Tullochgorum.'"

"Or `The Gathering of the Clans,' Andra," cried Steve.

"Hey, she's crant!" cried the man excitedly. "She stirs the plood,
too."

"Yes, and it rouses up the men."

"She feels as if she cauld play it a pit the noo."

"Could you? Then look here, Andra. We're going to have a run across
the fiord in the moonlight. It's full moon and as clear as day."

"She's retty the noo," said Watty.

"That's right, Watty; and I want Andra to come, too. Look here, old
fellow. Get the pipes, and you and I and Watty'll go at the head of the
men, and we'll march across to the side, with you playing `The Gathering
of the Clans' in the moonlight, and making the mountains ring. Why, it
would be grand."

"Ay, she'd pe crant," said Watty; "put she couldna play it. The notes
would freeze, ant come rattling doon like hail-stanes."

"No, they wouldn't, Watty. My word, how the old pipes would make the
mountain-side ring and echo again! Such a sound was never heard before
so far nor