Your mother will put an end to that sort of thing." "Mother! Why not ?" "She will not be wanting to have you drowned." Hughie laughed scornfully.

"You don't know my mother.

She's not afraid of--of anything." "But she will be telling your father." This was a matter serious enough to give Hughie pause.

His father might very likely forbid the Deepole.
"There is no need for telling," suggested Ranald.

"And I will just go in for a minute." "Will you stay for supper ?" Ranald shook his head.