'Hush!' said Angus, 'he can hear well enough.' So the beast came on.

Now Angus had meant that he should be busy with the pig before Allister should attack him; but Allister thought it was a pity he should have the pig, and he put out his hand and got hold of the wimble, and drew it gently out of the fire.

And the wimble was so hot that it was as white as the whitest moon you ever saw.

The pig was so hot also that the brute was afraid to touch it, and before ever he put his nose to it Allister had thrust the wimble into his hide, behind the left shoulder, and was boring away with all his might.

The kelpie gave a hideous roar, and turned away to run from the wimble.
But he could not get over the row of crossed stones, and he had to turn right round in the narrow space before he could run.