He was exposed to the full force of the wind, and the strenuousness of his bodily exertions kept his fears quiescent, till the cliffs on his left sunk suddenly and the valley of the Laver lay before him.
A small figure rose from the shelter of a boulder, the warrior who bore the name of Old Bill.

He saluted gravely.
"Ye're just in time.

The water has rose three inches since I've been here.

Ye'd better strip." Dickson removed his boots and socks.

"Breeks too," commanded the boy; "there's deep holes ayont thae stanes." Dickson obeyed, feeling very chilly, and rather improper.