"He was a fine man, Feargus, and a most faithful servant.

He went to see his mother last night and came back late across the moor.

There was a heavy mist, and he must have lost his way.

A shepherd found his body in a tarn at daybreak.
They took him back to his father's home." I looked at Hector MacNairn and again at Angus.

"But it couldn't be Feargus," I cried.