When they had gone a little way Dougal halted them.
"It's a ticklish job," he whispered.

"There's the tinklers, mind, that's campin' in the Dean.

If they're still in their camp we can get by easy enough, but they're maybe wanderin' about the wud after rabbits....

Then we maun ford the water, for ye'll no' cross it lower down where it's deep....

Our road is on the Hoose side o' the Dean, and it's awfu' public if there's onybody on the other side, though it's hid well enough from folk up in the policies....