If it had been Jim Wigson it would have been different.
Presently, on the path some sixty feet above them, but hidden from them by the mass of tumbled rocks through which they had descended, they heard someone puffing and blowing, a stick striking and slipping on the stones, and weird rays of light stole down the mountain-side, and in and out of the vast blocks with which it was overstrewn.
'He's stopt up theer,' said David, creeping in under the gable, 'an I mun hear what he's sayin.

I'm gooin up nearer.

If yo coom we'll be caught.' 'Yo stoopid!' cried Louie.

But he had crawled up the narrow chimney they had come down by in a moment, and she was left alone.

Her spirit failed her a little.