The opposite shore was flatter, and showed what looked like an old wharf and the ruins of buildings, behind which rose a bank clad with scrub and surmounted by some gnarled and wind-crooked firs.
"There's dashed little cover here," said Heritage.
"There's no muckle," Dougal assented.

"But they canna see us from the policies, and it's no' like there's anybody watchin' from the Hoose.
The danger is somebody on the other side, but we'll have to risk it.
Once among thae big stones we're safe.

Are ye ready ?" Five minutes later Dickson found himself gasping in the lee of a boulder, while Dougal was making a cast forward.

The scout returned with a hopeful report.

"I think we're safe till we get into the policies.